Editing Hyouka:Volume 1 Chapter 2

'''2 - The Rebirth of the Traditional Classics Club'''





It's often said that life in high-school is rose-coloured. As the year 2000 comes to an end, the arrival of the day that matches that description as defined by a Japanese dictionary isn't too far off.

However, that doesn't mean that all high-school students would wish for a rosy-coloured life. Whether it's studying, sports or romance, there would always be some people who would prefer a grey-coloured life compared to all that, I know quite a few within my own reckoning. Still, it's quite a lonely way to live one's life.

Here I was striking a conversation of such a topic with my old friend Fukube Satoshi in the classroom drenched in the sunset. As always, Satoshi would carry a smiling face and said,

"That's what I thought as well. By the way, I never knew you were so masochistic."

How unfortunately wrong he was. So I protested,

"Are you saying my life is grey-coloured?"

"Did I say that? But Houtarou, whether it's studying, sports, and what was the other one? Romance? I don't think you've ever been forward-looking in any of those."

"I'm not exactly backward-looking either."

"Well, true,"

Satoshi's smile broadened,

"You're just 'saving energy' after all."

I gave my approval to that with a snort. It's fine as long as you understand, I don't exactly hate getting myself active. I simply dislike wasting energy in anything bothersome. My style is to save as much energy for the betterment of the planet, in other words,

"I'm just staying away from things that don't require my participation. And keeping things simple for those that do."

As I utter my motto, Satoshi would shrug his shoulders as usual,

"Whether it's energy saving or cynicism, it's the same thing, isn't it? Do you know what's instrumentalism?"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Instrumentalism

"Nope."

"In brief, it means a person like you who has no particular interest, nor has joined any club here in Kamiyama High, the Holy Land of high-school club activities, is grey-coloured simply by observing the end-result."

"What? Are you saying death from murder is no different from death from negligence?"

Satoshi answered without hesitation,

"From a certain perspective, yeah. Though it's a different matter completely if you're trying to convince a dead person that his death is due to your negligence in order to exorcise his soul."

"......"

Cheeky fellow. I looked once again at the person before me. Fukube Satoshi, my old friend, worthy opponent and deadly rival, is rather short for a guy. Even as a high-school student, he could be mistaken as a feminine-looking weakling, but he's totally different on the inside. It's quite difficult to explain just what that difference is, anyway, he just feels different. Besides carrying a smile all the time, he's always seen with a drawstring bag, as well as his trademark cheekiness. He's also a member of the Handicraft Club, don't ask me why.

Though it was a waste of energy, it was still worth arguing with this fellow. I waved my hand to signify the end of this conversation.

"Yeah, whatever. Just go home already."

"Yeah, you're right. I haven't got any club activities today... maybe I'll go home."

As Satoshi stretched his waist, he suddenly realized something and looked at me,

"'Go home already'? That's rare hearing that from you."

"What is?"

"If it's going home, wouldn't you usually have done so before even uttering that sentence? Just what business would you have after school when you aren't affiliated with any clubs?"

"Ah."

I raised my eyebrow and took out a piece of paper from the inner right pocket of my uniform jacket. After quietly handing it to Satoshi, his eyes widened in amazement. No, he's no overreacting. It's not like he's really surprised, though it's true that his eyes has widened. Satoshi is well-known for such exaggerated reactions after all.

"What! How can this be?!"

"Satoshi, behave yourself."

"Isn't this a club application form? I'm surprised, just what on earth has happened? For Houtarou to actually join a club."

It was indeed a club application form. Upon seeing the club name being filled in, Satoshi raised his eyebrow,

"The Classics Club......?"

"You heard of it?"

"Of course, but, why the Classics Club? Have you suddenly found an interest in classics literature?"

Now how should I explain this? I scratched my head and took out another piece of paper from my inner left pocket. It was a letter with scribbled handwriting, which I handed over to Satoshi.

"Read it."

Satoshi promptly took the letter and started going through it, and as expected, began to laugh,

"Haha, Houtarou, now that sure is troublesome. A request from your sister, huh? No way you could refuse her."

Why was he looking so gleeful? On the other hand, I was very aware that I was holding a bitter expression. This airmail from India that arrived this morning was attempting to make adjustments to my lifestyle. Oreki Tomoe is constantly like that, sending letters to derail my life.

'Houtarou, safeguard the Classics Club, the youth of your big-sis.'

When I had opened the envelope and read through that brief letter this morning, I became aware of its self-centered content. I had no obligation to safeguard my sister's memories, but...

"What was it that your sis is specialized in? Jujutsu?"

"Aikido and Taiho-jutsu. It can be pretty painful if one has the intent to hurt."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taiho_Jutsu

Yup, my sister, a university student proficient in both academics and martial arts, was not content with conquering Japan alone, and had decided to go out and challenge the world as well. It would not be wise to incur her fury.

Then again, while I could attempt to resist with what little pride I had, it was also true that I had little reason to oppose her. Indeed my sister has hit the bullseye by pointing out that I don't have anything better to do anyway. I decided I might as well be an invisible club member rather than an unaffiliated student, and so without hesitation,

"I submitted that application this morning."

"You know what this means, Houtarou?"

Satoshi said while glancing at my sister's letter. I sighed and said,

"Yeah, there doesn't seem to be anything good about this."

"...... No, that's not what I meant."

Lifting his gaze from the letter, Satoshi said with a strangely cheerful tone. He tapped the letter with the back of his palm and said,

"There're currently no members in the Classics Club, right? This means that only ''you'' get to keep the club room for yourself. Isn't that great? A private base within school for your own use."

A private base?

"...... That's an interesting way to look at this."

"Don't you like that?"

Such a strange reasoning. Satoshi was basically saying I could have my own secret base in school. I could never come up with such an idea. A private space. It's not like I really desire such a thing and strive to work hard for it...... but it's not so bad if it comes as a perk. I took back the letter from Satoshi and replied,

"Guess it's not so bad. I might go have a look."

"Good. Opportunities are there for you to try out."

Opportunities there to try out, huh? Well, it's not like it doesn't suit my personality at all, so I smiled bitterly and picked up my shoulder bag.

I was still faithful to my own motto.