Editing City Series:Volume7 Layer 6 (section)

===Record 41: Making a Friend===
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'''11/05/1997

'''20:10

The first school festival of my high school career was coming to an end.

The lumber used for making decorations, walkways, and curses was sprawled out and stacked up in the middle of the central schoolground. I noted how much heat it made, held my warmed cheek, and sat on the grass.

The speakers on the school building began to play a super fast version of Turkey in the Straw and everyone surrounded the fire and began moving in a circle. With several hundred of them holding hands and spinning real fast, they had to be breaking the sound barrier, right?

The wind roared, the ground was torn up, and a few of them were launched outwards, but they were all really into it. I had been so worn down by all the guard duty and assistance I had given over the past few days that I was starving for all sorts of things. I had just been kicked out of the rundown Officers’ living room after you said something to me.

Another three people were launched from the circle and crashed into the school building.

Ugh, I just wanted to sleep.

The swirling heat lit up the sky with a reddish coloration, but I could still see the moon there.

I looked back down to see the dancing and spinning students didn’t have enough people to complete the circle anymore. They were probably missing one boy, but I had no intention of joining them. To be honest, I was just too tired.

I considered lying down in the grass and took a look around to find a butt conveniently located right next to me.

That sounded like a good reason to forget how sleepy I was.

The butt wore a uniform I didn’t recognize, so I considered what my options were. With one of our students, I might could get away with prostrating myself and apologizing, but with a student from another school or even another city, there was that whole concept of “political pressure” to worry about.

Then the butt girl turned toward me with her glasses reflecting the firelight.

“You aren’t going to dance?” she asked.

“What about you? They’d welcome you even if you are from another school.”

“I’m not a boy, so no thanks. Besides, how would you even join them if you wanted to?”

“Good point. Now, would you mind facing the other way forever?”

“Wh-why would you want me to do that? Sounds suspicious to me.”

“How rude. There’s nothing suspicious about it at all. I just want to look at your butt.”

That earned me a sudden blow from behind. I looked back to see you and Senpai standing there.

“Do you ever stop being stupid? She was raised in a classy family back in Yokohama, so she isn’t like you.”

“Oh, so she’s a real lady, is she? Explains why she has such a nice butt- ow ow ow ow ow ow! My arm’s not supposed to bend that way!”

Lady ignored me while you put me in a joint lock. She looked to you and Senpai instead.

“You’re the Chancellor’s Officers people I’m supposed to meet with, aren’t you? I will be joining you next week. Tokyo’s Chancellor’s Officers really do have a different style. I could tell who you were right away.”

“You couldn’t tell with me- ow ow ow! My neck doesn’t bend any more than that!”

“Shut up. I told you to go meet her and then you forgot just like I knew you would!”

My rotated head could see the schoolyard. The dancing and spinning group now had enough people for some reason.

My head got bent at an unnatural angle while I wondered why that was.

That let me look up into the sky where the moon had mysteriously vanished.

'''Author Comment:

His first encounter with Lady.

Lady comes from Yokohama, but I generally think of Yokohama, Ginza, and Kobe as being more stylish. Even if it isn’t true. In the Tokyo world, the nights are lit by gas lights and that gives things a retro feel, I guess?