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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;===&lt;noinclude&gt;Riding a Bicycle. &lt;/noinclude&gt;Part 2===  Rei-chan returned home about an hour later. The local bookstore hadn&#039;t had the reference book she wanted, so she&#039;d had t...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Riding a Bicycle. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 2===  Rei-chan returned home about an hour later. The local bookstore hadn&amp;#039;t had the reference book she wanted, so she&amp;#039;d had t...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Riding a Bicycle. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 2===&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei-chan returned home about an hour later. The local bookstore hadn&amp;#039;t had the reference book she wanted, so she&amp;#039;d had to go K station.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Here, look at this.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Waiting motionlessly in the house was frustrating so I&amp;#039;d been going in and out of the entrance, and when I eventually spotted Rei-chan&amp;#039;s bike coming up to our house, or the Hasekura house, either way, onto the property, I rushed over and handed her the red envelope that I&amp;#039;d already retrieved from the letterbox. The one addressed to Rei-chan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;At that?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei-chan parked her beloved bike in the bike shed and looked at what I had in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah. There&amp;#039;s a New Year&amp;#039;s party at Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s house. On the second of January. An overnight stay. Sounds fun, doesn&amp;#039;t it? Hey, we&amp;#039;ll go, right? Let&amp;#039;s go, yeah?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;… And I suppose that&amp;#039;s what&amp;#039;s written in this letter.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei-chan took the envelope from me and I waited, excited and expectant, as she used her bike key in place of a letter opener to open the envelope and then read the printed invitation in silence. And what was Rei-chan&amp;#039;s conclusion after doing all this?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I see.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After she finished reading, Rei-chan put the card back into the envelope and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll go. We have to cheer up Yumi-chan.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As expected. Rei-chan understood. And it was pretty impressive of me to understand that too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei-chan said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I suppose it&amp;#039;ll be the fourth or fifth of January.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What will?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The tension gone, I said the first thing that came to mind. Rei-chan had suddenly said the fourth or fifth, and I didn&amp;#039;t immediately realize what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What will? When Nana-chan&amp;#039;s going to visit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nana&amp;#039;s visit … ?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As I said this, I thought, &amp;quot;Dammit.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;For the bout. We said we&amp;#039;d have it during the winter break, remember? She&amp;#039;ll probably be busy preparing for the end of year, so it&amp;#039;ll be better to have it in the new year. I can&amp;#039;t believe you forgot, Yoshino.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Uh, no way. I didn&amp;#039;t forget.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, the truth was &amp;quot;unbelievable.&amp;quot; But that was because that conversation had taken place right in the middle of the Christmas Party, and after that there had been Rei-chan&amp;#039;s announcement that she was going to take entrance exams to other universities and Yumi-san had been rejected by Touko-chan. So that topic had slipped my mind. No, with all those other major things going on, I may have intentionally chosen not to think about it, deciding it was fine to let it remain hazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, what was up with that? Rei-chan had clearly remembered it. Like, all those other things were going on, but that was that and this was this. She hadn&amp;#039;t even been distracted by the invitation to the New Year&amp;#039;s party.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll ask Nana. Whether the fourth or the fifth are good for her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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If Rei-chan was concerned about her promise to Nana, then I didn&amp;#039;t have much choice. I accepted my fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Okay. She told me her phone number, so I could call her – &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I&amp;#039;ll do it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Alright. I&amp;#039;ll leave it to you then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Nana and Rei-chan were going to cross blades. Why was my heart beating so hard?&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn&amp;#039;t apprehension. Nor was it exhilaration.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&amp;#039;s a bit of a grandiose simile, but it was like I was facing the end days. Like Jesus had appeared to perform the Last Judgment, or the Maitreya Buddha had finally arrived after 5.67 billion years, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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It didn&amp;#039;t change that I&amp;#039;d run out of time to do what I should do. But that day was undoubtedly closing in. I wasn&amp;#039;t worried about what would befall me – whether I&amp;#039;d be saved or damned – but the practice, or fight, between Nana and Rei-chan would turn my world upside down. That was the hunch I had.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&amp;#039;d watched Rei-chan&amp;#039;s matches countless times before. So what was so different about this one?&lt;br /&gt;
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Because her opponent was Nana.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had no idea about her true strength. No, it&amp;#039;d be the same even if I knew Nana&amp;#039;s approximate skill level.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her opponent was Nana. Therefore – &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yoshino?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Uh … how will get to Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s house?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;How? We&amp;#039;ll get a bus to the station, then catch a train, then walk the rest of the way. Ah – I think Sachiko might have said something about a bus between their house and the station. But I&amp;#039;m not really sure, I never asked her about it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei-chan said, scratching her head.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Sounds like a long trip.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, I guess. Although it&amp;#039;s not that far in a straight line.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You rode your bike there last time, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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This was followed by a brief silence. Rei-chan broke the silence by suddenly lowering her head.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry, Yoshino.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Huh, why?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I should have got my license, like Sei-sama. Then I could drive you – &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to consider what to say next.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That wasn&amp;#039;t what I was thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei-chan was so busy with student council and club activities that there was no way she&amp;#039;d be able to find the time to go to driver training. On top of that, she was also currently studying for university entrance exams. With that said, Sei-sama had done it at some point last year. But she wasn&amp;#039;t in any clubs, so she probably went to a driver training school during the holidays and got her license through that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then what the heck were you thinking about during that silence, Yoshino?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bike.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Huh? But, Yoshino – &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, don&amp;#039;t worry. My dad&amp;#039;ll buy me a bike.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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In truth, I hadn&amp;#039;t had my own bike for many years.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, it&amp;#039;s not that. Well, there&amp;#039;s that too. What I&amp;#039;m trying to say is.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I know. So, you&amp;#039;ll help me, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei-chan&amp;#039;s face clearly showed that she thought this was going to be a pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re serious?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Totally serious. And it&amp;#039;ll be way quicker than you getting your license.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of responding, Rei-chan let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which wasn&amp;#039;t surprising.&lt;br /&gt;
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It had probably been about ten years since I last rode a bike – and that had been a kid&amp;#039;s bike with training wheels.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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