Editing Kämpfer:Volume 3 Chapter 2 (section)

==Chapter 2==

Volume 3 chapter 2:  

Chapter 2 : 

My waist hurts.  


    Is it from all that climbing? My waist and back ache. High school students are very 

comfortable; a little fatigue is easily resolved with a nap. But it's true that it hurts right now, 

and it's my waist. I'm afraid my bones will become crooked.  


    There's an earthen ceiling above me, and an earthen floor beneath me. Earthen walls to 

the left, right, and in front of me.  


    In other words, I'm underground. I have a short -handled shovel in my hand, and I've been 

using it to dig the dirt in the direction I'm heading.  


    It's a pit. We're not looking for Tokugawa Ieyasu's hidden treasure; our goal is the tunnel 

itself. The current project is just digging aimlessly forward.  


    And there's no soil behind me. I'll put the excavated soil aside and use iron plates and 

pipes to stabilize the tunnel to prevent it from collapsing. Though smaller in scale, the work is 

essentially the same as digging a railway tunnel. Incidentally, t he English word for tunnel is 

"tunnel."  


    And then, ever since I'd gotten up, I'd been hearing complaints.  


    "Ah... like an idiot."  


    Her voice was hoarse, like a drunk yelling at a racetrack, but it belonged to a genuine 

woman, a red -voiced woman.  


    "Why am I playing digger here, like digging trenches? Am I the Vietnamese army 

surrounding Dien Bien Phu? I'd rather be lying at home watching taped late -night variety 

shows."  


    I silently worked the shovel. I'd been hearing her voice since the beginning, or rather, she'd 

been chattering since we started digging. I tried to ignore it as if it were an election speech.  


    "Digging more holes? It's so dirty and stinky! If I were paranoid, I'd have stabbed you by 

now. No, I'd have just ripped you off. Your face will look like the cheese in 'Cat and Mouse,' 

you deserve it."  


    What's so "deserved" about anything? Anyway, the guy behind me seemed upset about 

this project. But then again, this woman is practically pissed off year -round. She gets mad at 

everyone, even a small stone on the side of the road. Even if I hadn't let her dig, I'd probably 

be riddled with holes by now.  


    "Try staying in a place like this. You're not going to be a decent adult,"  


    she began, her voice unintelligible.  


    "High school students should fight vigorously under the bright sunshine. Those who like to 

dig holes are either moles or tunnel workers. Although this job is done outdoors, it is no 

different from squatting at home. Hey, Natsuru, are you a new patient of modern disease?"  


    "You are so noisy."  


    I turned my head and complained.  


    "Who's the patient? This has to happen. Stop talking nonsense and help me."  


    "Of course I'm talking nonsense. I'm not some good wife and mother who just smiles at my 

husband. I said I'd wait for you after school, but I didn't expect you to dig a hole in a place 

like this. Let me vent your complaints." "It can't be helped. Becau se of us, the secret passage 

is now obsolete. There's no way in or out without your own hands."  


    "Why not just go in from the front? Kill anyone who gets in your way."  


    "Then you'll end up in jail."  


    "That's perfect for you."  


    "That's my line, isn't it?"  


    I shone my small flashlight behind me. A woman with eyes like a fierce dog emerged from 

the halo.  


    She narrowed her eyes.  


    "Take the light away,"  


    the fierce dog woman said.  


    "The light from a flashlight is poisonous to a delicate girl like me. I'm timid and might pull 

the trigger at the drop of a hat. You don't want my bullet to marry your brain matter, do 

you?" She even said something resembling a gangster or a gangster. The timid librarian had 

long since disappeared, and now here was just a hardcore combat enthusiast and violent 

individual. What's even more terrifying is that even though she spoke so venomously, she 

was still my partner. I don't know what she was thinking , but since she called me "partner," it 

must be a good idea.  


    Akane actually had a pistol in her hand, and the muzzle was pointed at my forehead. This 

guy has a bad temper and is a hardcore person; she's definitely going to shoot.  


    This gun is Akane's weapon. Kämpfer can use one of several weapons: hers is a gun, mine 

is magic.  


    I didn't want to have another hole to breathe, so I followed her instructions, but I also gave 

her instructions.  


    "Put the dirt in a bucket and hide it in the warehouse. Don't leave it anywhere else, it'll be 

discovered."  


    "How can you put that stuff there? Just give it to the baseball player,"  


    Akane grumbled as she carried away the dirt I had shoveled.  


    We were digging the pit that Higashida had asked us to dig. Speaking of which, when he 

told us to dig, I had no idea how to do it, but the guy actually produced the instructions. He 

said this project had been systematized four years ago and spread with in the Underground 

Committee for Normal Intercourse between Men and Women. Human desires are truly 

endless.  


    So we dug the pit strictly according to the instructions. The location is the underground 

warehouse from under the men's flowerbed to the women's cafeteria. Since they'd already 

been excavating, the route was already set. However, due to the recent unr est, construction 

had to be halted, so now the job has been thrown to us.  


    Akane and I are both in female form —no, Akane was originally a woman. It's because it's 

easier to start from the women's side.  


    Also, I have more energy after transforming. I don't know why my stamina doubles after 

transforming into a Kämpfer, but I guess it's because Kämpfer is designed for combat.  


    Aside from a slight sore waist, I wasn't really tired, but the price was being constantly 

slammed with "the bulldog girl's scolding."  


    "Dig faster! You'll never finish if you keep going like this!"  


    Akane deftly kicked me away in such a small space.  


    "Digging holes is something you only do when you're robbing or digging up corpses, right? 

Natsuru, hurry up and fix it."  


    "How could it be so easy?"  


    "This is just like 'The Great Escape'. It feels like I've become Bronson or Attenborough. I 

think there's an actor named Thom?"  


    "According to Hibiki, it seems his name is Hibiki."  


    "Huh? Who is this?"  


    "God knows, it looks like an old manga."  


    "Oh, it's 'The Moment of Reunion'. It's really hard to understand what otakus think."  


    The structure of your brain, even if you can name a work, is also hard to understand.  


    Silently digging holes. If it collapses now, it will be just like 'The Great Escape', but it seems 

to be fine.  


    "Ah~ I'm so annoyed, why isn't this over yet?"  


    "I told you it can't be that easy."  


    "You and I are both class committee members for the cultural festival, so we don't have 

time for this."  


    "I know that, and I wasn't planning on digging through this hole today... Damn, it's so hard 

in here."  


    Something blocked the shovel. It had been going smoothly so far, but now it looked like it 

was going to get tough.  


    "Hey, hurry up."  


    "Wait a minute."  


    "Boring."  


    Suddenly, I felt a chill in my lower body. Akane had actually lifted my skirt.  


    "Hey! What are you doing?"  


    "Huh? Striped underwear? What are you thinking?"  


    "I didn't think of that! She wore it herself!"  


    "Either change to something more exciting or something more vulgar. Isn't that weird? And 

why are you wearing a skirt while digging a hole?"  


    "If you transform, then it's a skirt."  


    I held down the skirt and gestured to Akane with my foot, "Get out of my way."  


    Kämpfer's transformations are accompanied by a change of clothing, but only to school 

uniforms, not casual clothes. I once thought about buying some women's clothing, but gave 

up because there were so many varieties. The few people who went with me als o 

recommended strange clothes to me.  


    Akane was wearing a sportswear for physical education class. In case of such a situation, I 

just want to have a few changes of clothes on campus, and put some in the fourth class of 

the second grade of the women's department.  


    "Hey...yeah..."  


    The shovel finally broke through the ground and dug out a huge thing. This thing was the 

problem.  


    It was big enough to hug, and it was not a stone. It was tied tightly with a garbage bag. 

Because the garbage bag was black, the contents inside could not be seen.  


    "Hey, what's wrong? This time, take off your underwear."  


    Another nagging came from behind, don't do unnecessary things.  


    "Get out first, you should back off quickly."  


    We climbed out of the pit.  


    In the dim light of the underground warehouse, we examined it carefully. It was 

surprisingly light, soft to the touch.  


    "What is this? Who buried this garbage?"  


    "Whatever it is, open it first,"  


    Akane said, still breathless.  


    "Maybe it's illegal drugs or a zero -point test paper. Either way, we can ask the owner for 

that little bit of money."  


    "Is that all you think about?"  


    It was taped tightly, so we had to peel it off violently. Soon, we saw Lushan's true 

appearance.  


    "...What is this?"  


    It was a stuffed animal, its viscera exposed. It wasn't a rare item for us, but one of the 

famously annoying collections of enthusiasts: the Entrails Animals.  


    The selling point of this doll is its exposed internal dirt, released by toy manufacturers who 

can only explain it as a case of a total drug overdose. Naturally, these products are unlikely to 

be popular; they even appeared in a fashion magazine specia l titled "Why Are They So 

Unsellable?"  


    This one in front of me is a new type of dirty doll. No, no, no, it's not that I want to get 

familiar with these things; I just memorized a few of them because Sakura Kaede likes them.  


    "Is this a hippopotamus?"  


    Akane asked.  


    "I really don't understand what the manufacturer was thinking."  


    "The dirty insides show, and the face looks disgusting. I didn't know that."  


    "The Entrails Animals all seem the same, right?"  


    "Yes, they are, but why are they buried here?"  


    "Is it illegal to abandon? Can it talk?"  


    "No."  


    "Either it's quiet, or it's just an ordinary doll...that's all?"  


    Dolls shouldn't talk, but surprisingly, all the Entrails Animals we've encountered so far have 

been able to talk. Akane and I both learned we were Kämpfer through talking dolls. Mine is 

the Seppuku Tiger, and Akane's is the Seppuku Black Rabbit.  


    "Take it back and ask."  


    Akane brushed off the dirt.  


    "Who should I ask?"  


    "Ask your Seppuku Tiger! He seems quite knowledgeable, maybe he knows."  


    "That's fine too."  


    "I need a shower too. My hair is full of sand."  


    "...Hey, are you planning on showering at my place?"  


    "Nonsense."  


    Akane took out her gun again and stroked it.  


    "You're not planning on letting me dig a hole and then say goodbye, are you?"  


    That was my original plan, but I decided to remain silent.  


    It started to rain after we went out, and since neither of us had an umbrella, we were the 

ones who got soaked.  


    I lived in luxury, all by myself, in a house. I was proud of it for a while at first, but gradually, 

the house began to accumulate dust, and my living space was unexpectedly abysmal. No, 

think about it, it's a two -story house, it must be very troubleso me to clean.  


    Fortunately, the section from the door to my room is still habitable, and the bathroom and 

toilet are of course also. So even if Akane wants to use it, I don't have to panic.  


    "Don't peek."  


    Akane said this as soon as I got home.  


    "Try to open the bathroom door a little, I will make sure your body will never be exposed 

to the sun again."  


    "I won't, I can even bask in the sun without looking."  


    I retorted in public. Who would want to see the body of a mastiff girl? I'm not a 

veterinarian.  

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    "Go take a shower quickly, you can use the towel as you like, but there are no changes of  

clothes."  


    "I do."  


    Akane stretched out her hand.  


    "You must have bought some women's clothing."  


    "No, I almost did last time and haven't since. Do you mind wearing other people's 

clothes?"  


    "How stingy! I won't let you peek."  


    Why did it change from "don't peek" to "I won't let you peek"?  


    Akane went into the bathroom angrily. She kept yelling "Don't peek" before entering the 

bathroom. Of course I know.  


    I'm not a comedian. I won't be told "Don't do that" and then take it as an "Oh, this means I 

should do it." People who do that are probably not good at reading the atmosphere.  


    I had just finished changing in my room when Akane came out of the bathroom.  


    "...You didn't peek."  


    Why are you so angry, man?  


    "You're such a boring person."  


    "I don't understand. I don't want to be bored with you."  


    "I really want to shoot you."  


    Akane's words might actually have been true. Before I was shot, I entered the bathroom.  


    I transformed back into a man and entered the bathroom. I've made a rule in my mind: the 

bathroom and the toilet are always for men. Only in these two places does fear surpass 

curiosity.  


    Soak appropriately, come out when you feel refreshed. Bathing and eating are important. 

Once the sweat is washed off and the food is full, even if I'm feeling depressed, I'll feel better. 

My worries won't be resolved.  


    When I returned to the room, the woman who was one of my worries was hugging her 

breasts.  


    "What? Are you still mad?"  


    "I'm not mad, I just think you took a long time to wash."  


    "Really? I thought you were pretty quick today."  


    "I was wondering if you had carbon monoxide poisoning."  


    "How could that be in such a short time?"  


    I thought for a moment if she was worried about me, but that was impossible. I laughed 

my way through what this woman said, feeling like I was being run over by a car right in front 

of her.  


    I wiped my head with a towel and said,  


    "By the way, where's the doll we found?"  


    "I've already shown it to him."  


    Akane raised her chin.  


    "Tiger is appraising it like the bearded antique expert on the show."  


    The Entrails Animal dug out of the dirt was placed on the table, and Seppuku Tiger looked 

at it.  


    "This doll is really old,"  


    Seppuku Tiger said. This guy can talk. As I briefly explained earlier, this guy chose me as 

Kämpfer's "mediator's messenger." His job was to offer feedback or offer some cold comfort 

on everything we did, big or small. "This is the 'Hit -and-Run Hippo' from the Entrails 

Animals." "You're so familiar with it."  


    I was embarrassed. It's just a doll, but he knows more about it than I do. It's said to be an 

early product, and the manufacturer emphasized the tire marks on the hippo's back. "I 

remember everything about the Entrails Animals, but where did you find t his one?" "In the 

dirt."  


    I quickly explained that I found it while digging a pit, and mentioned the cultural festival as 

well.  


    "Oh? Isn't the cultural festival usually held in the fall?"  


    "They said they held it before summer vacation to strengthen student cohesion early." "By 

the way, what exactly is the 'Hit -and-Run Hippopotamus'? Is it your companion?" "It seems 

to have been... a companion."  


    "What the hell?"  


    "It's lost its soul."  


    Seppuku Tiger pointed at the 'Hit -and-Run Hippopotamus' with its little forefoot.  


    "It used to have a messenger, right? But now it's just an ordinary doll."  


    "You really know a lot about it."  


    "Because there are traces."  


    I can't see anything at all, where is it?  


    "If it was a messenger, there must have been a Kämpfer nearby."  


    "Is that so?"  


    "Where did that Kämpfer go?"  


    "Gone —that should be it."  


    Seppuku Tiger hinted.  


    "In other words, it was killed, right?"  


    Akane said it directly, this guy is always so direct.  


    "Who knows, generally speaking, it's like this, but this one may not be."  


    "If he was a messenger, I think it would be easier to kill that Kämpfer."  


    "Where is it buried?"  


    I answered after recalling:  


    "On the dividing line of the men's department... under an elm tree."  


    "Oh, there are marks. If you dig more, you may find more."  


    "It really looks like an abandoned corpse."  


    Although it is a doll, it should have been conscious. It is different from ordinary electronic 

dolls that have no batteries.  


    "But we don't know the reason, so we can only guess here."  


    "Is there anyone who knows more than you?"  


    "Hmm... let me think..."  


    Shizuku's voice sounded troubled, as if she was accepting Nobita's consultation.  


    "What about Miss Shizuku? She is old Kämpfer, maybe she knows more than I do."  


    "Don't be ridiculous!"  


    It wasn't me who called out, but Akane. Although I thought so too.  


    "You want us to ask that woman? No discussion, looking at that overly pretty face makes 

me want to vomit. I would rather kiss the Lich King's ass."  


    Although it was as vulgar as ever, I agreed with her. If possible, it is best not to have any 

contact with Shizuku, which is good for both body and mind. Is it because we are not the 

parties involved, the Seppuku Tiger seems to be indifferent.  


    "Then that's all I can know."  


    "Then I don't know. Talking to that guy is simply torture. Forget it."  


    "But since you are Kämpfer..."  


    "It doesn't matter."  


    Akane held the pocky in her mouth and bit it roughly, "You carry it with you?"  


    "I will kill Shizuku, anyone wearing a red bracelet and I will kill them. If I hesitate at all, I 

will be killed, right?"  


    Then she glared at me.  


    "If you hold me back, I will kill you too."  


    It's really a disgusting way to die. It's not a life I'm proud of, and it's too unlucky to be 

bitten by a fierce dog.  


    "...So, why don't you change back?"  


    asked Akane.  


    "Ah? It's a mood problem. I was a little angry in the bathroom just now, so I was ready to 

shoot at any time." Why are you still brooding over this guy?  


    "Oh oh~"  


    Seppuku Tiger made a sound that seemed to understand but also seemed not to 

understand.  


    "But it's useless to worry about Natsuru. I still recommend shooting him quickly."  


    "That's what I thought."  


    "...Hey, wait a minute, who was shot? Was it me?"  


    I hurriedly interrupted the conversation, but no one answered. Seppuku Tiger 

(presumably) was chuckling, and Akane glared at me, holding a pocky in her mouth like a 

cigarette.  


    "I'm too lazy to talk to you, Natsuru." "I don't understand you."  


    "I don't want to explain."  


    "Hey, you're a class committee member for the cultural festival after all. You're bothering 

me if you act like that."  


    "Who said the cultural festival?"  


    "I mean, don't be inexplicably upset."  


    "Are you going to be an executive committee member for the cultural festival?"  


    Seppuku Tiger asked, and I told him the details of being forced to be a class committee 

member, and also told him that I might be forced to participate in a beauty pageant.  


<nowiki>    "Ha, ha, ha, ha~~~"  </nowiki>


    The doll laughed like Mito Komon, although the voice wasn't Higashino Eijiro, Nishimura 

Akira, or Ishizaka Koji, but simply the original Shizuku.  


    "Natsuru is entering a beauty pageant? That's hilarious."  


    "I haven't decided yet. No, I'm definitely quitting."  


    "Well, quit. Don't bother with Sakura Kaede's affairs,"  


    Akane said sullenly. Here she goes again. This guy really hates Sakura Kaede. Not just in 

Bulldog mode, but even before the transformation, she hated Sakura Kaede from the bottom 

of her heart. What kind of misunderstanding would it take to hate someone  so beautiful?  


    "Why do you hate Sakura Kaede so much?"  


    "Who knows? Ask me before the transformation."  


    "Isn't it the same person?"  


    "I don't want to talk about it, especially now,"  


    she continued, her words incoherent.  


    "Your dullness is simply a nightmare. Although I don't want you to find out, I cared about 

this before I transformed. It's really annoying."  


    "What the hell..."  


    Akane scratched her head roughly.  


    "You are obviously the world's number one loser, but you are so popular with women. This 

is really infuriating. You already have a woman like Sakura Kaede, and now there is a 

childhood sweetheart like Kondou Mikoto. What is this? Are you refusing to accept new 

customers like me?"  


    "...What are you talking about? An announcement for the wine shop?"  


    "Idiot, go to hell."  


    The curse was really ugly, and the look in her eyes was too scary. Seppuku Tiger seemed to 

know something and was gloating. Really, this is obviously my home, don't make me feel so 

uncomfortable.  


    "Bang bang bang", someone was knocking on the door.  


    "Who's here? It's so late."  


    I checked my watch. Could someone here at this hour be selling a newspaper?  


<nowiki>    "Nat~~su~~ru~~! Are you there~~~~?!"  </nowiki>


    A naturally loud voice, loud enough to disturb the neighbors —isn't that Kondou Mikoto?  


    "Don't yell, you'll disturb the neighbors."  


    I stood up. At this point, Seppuku Tiger said,  


    "Ah~ Can we just let her in like this?"  


    "It's not like you don't know her."  


    "No, Miss Akane..."  


    Yeah, Akane was still Kämpfer.  


    The bulldog girl, holding a pocky, seemed still pissed.  


    "Hey, Akane."  


    "What the hell?"  


    "Change back, Kondou Mikoto's here."  


    "...I refuse."  


    This guy said something I couldn't believe.  


    "Why should I listen to you? Just let that idiot Kondou Mikoto in. I'll shoot her and we'll 

have one less competitor."  


    What kind of competitor is that?  


    But then Kondou Mikoto can't be allowed in. This guy is a man of her word and will shoot 

without hesitation. Our childhood sweethearts are about to become a hornet's nest.  


    "Stop talking nonsense and change back."  


    "Nonsense? Do you think I'm a weirdo?"  


    "How can a murderer and a violent person be ordinary? What if the Kämpfer incident gets 

to know?"  


    "So I have to kill her to silence her."  


    "Stop your rogue thinking!"  


    I don't know why, but this time it seems to have really pissed her off.  


    Things are getting more urgent. Kondou Mikoto is talking to herself and will come in 

without my permission. Seeing an unfamiliar woman in my room, armed with a pistol, I 

wonder what she'll think. And no matter what she thinks, she'll be shot.  


    "Change back quickly."  


    "Didn't you hear me? That's all."  


    "I'm not good. Do you want my house to be a sea of blood?"  


    "There's only one corpse, and the crime is lesser than Ma Jiajue's."  


    "It's not a question of the severity of the crime!"  


    "Men, you're so nagging! Do you want to transform too? If I use even the slightest bit of 

force, you'll be pulled into transformation too."  


    No way, I'm completely pissed.  


    If this continues, Kondou Mikoto's life will be in danger, and of course, mine too. I don't 

want to be investigated by the police at this age. I made up my mind and rushed towards 

Akane.  


    I pushed her down. "Wow! You actually pushed a girl down! You erotic gal!"  


    "It's so annoying! Who do you think caused all this trouble!"  


    Akane was struggling but I was fighting for my life as well. For me, this was a matter of life 

and death.  


    I was surprised that the bulldog girl's body was unexpectedly soft, but I quickly regained 

consciousness. If I let go now, I would be doomed.  


    "Natsuru, remember this! I won't let you go!"  


    "Shut up! People will hear us!"  


    I wanted to cover Akane's mouth but couldn't. I instinctively turned to the person on the 

table for help.  


    "Hey, since you're a doll, think of a way!"  


    What an unreasonable reason to make trouble. Even a Seppuku Tiger would think so.  


    "Think of a solution... What are you going to do?"  


    "Change Akane back!"  


    "That depends on your own consciousness."  


    The crucial Akane struggled to escape from my clutches, shouting angrily, "You Natsuru, I'll 

kill you if you don't let me go! I'll kill you even if I let you go!" It hurts! You actually bit me, 

are you really a dog?  


    "Didn't you do it to me first? That!"  


    "Oh, that's it."  


    Seppuku Tiger scratched his eyepatch.  


    "I don't know if it will work on Miss Akane."  


    "Don't worry about it!"  


    I used joint techniques to subdue the screaming Akane. "I must kill you!" I ignored all the 

words.  


    "Hurry up!"  


    "Then."  


    Seppuku Tiger kicked the table with his short leg.  


    "Ouch!"  


    Air and a cry of sorrow escaped from Akane's mouth. She was hit in the upper abdomen by 

Seppuku Tiger's punch and fell to the tatami.  

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    Akane fell down with her first foot and Kondou Mikoto came in with her back foot.   


<nowiki>    "I'm coming~~~~"  </nowiki>


    She greeted her and ran up the stairs. Really, is this your home?  


    "How are you, Natsuru!?"  


    "Not very well..."  


    "I sorted out my messed -up clothes. I'm pretty tired. After all, we were fighting until just 

now."  


    "What? You're like an old man. If you become so weak as a high school student, your 

future will be miserable."  


    "You have too much energy."  


    "If your childhood sweetheart is here, please open the door quickly. I made a noise at the 

door."  


    "Since you know, please be quiet."  


    Kondou Mikoto saw a girl lying on the ground in the room and her eyes widened.  


    "...This, isn't Akane?"  


    "Yeah, yes."  


    Akane, who had woken up, was still moaning. After a while, she slowly got up.  


    "What's wrong, Akane?"  


    "Woo..."  


    Tears welled up in her eyes.  


    "It hurts, it hurts..."  


    "What, what's wrong!?"  


    Akane squatted down holding her stomach, and Kondou Mikoto rushed over.  


    "I was beaten..."  


    "Hey!? Did you do this to Natsuru!?"  


    "No, it wasn't me."  


    Although it was my request, miraculously, it was the doll there that was beaten.  


    Of course Kondou Mikoto didn't know this, she was quite excited.  


    "Why do you want to beat a woman!? Are you interested in this? SM?!"  


    "What are you talking about, I'm a pure love type."  


    "A pure love type answering a woman!?"  


    That's what I said, but why can't I let it go. I clearly saved your life.  


    "No, it's not like that..."  


    Although it hurt, Akane was still comforting Kondou Mikoto.  


    "It wasn't Natsuru who hit you... This... must be... my fault..."  


    "Don't cover up for the guy who's the boss of a womanizer, do you want to sue him?"  


    "I already said it wasn't Natsuru..." "Then who did it?"  


    "Maybe... Natsuru... instigated it... I guess..."  


    "As expected."  


    Kondou Mikoto seemed to understand something. What is as expected? Understanding is 

not a good thing after all.  


    "Natsuru, you became worse than a beast during the time I went to the Middle East."  


    "No."  


    "Didn't you hit Akane?" "I said it wasn't me... and I had no choice... Although I know you 

don't understand."  


    I really can't explain it. Although I didn't hit her, I instigated it. And it was to save Kondou 

Mikoto.  


    But will she believe it if I tell her this? No, she won't.  


    "It's not that Natsuru is bad."  


    "Akane, you don't have to protect this guy. Just sue him and hand him over to the judge to 

deal with it. Just put him in jail." You are childhood sweethearts, what are you talking about?  


    "I said I didn't do anything. Didn't Akane say so?"  


    "It's impossible that I didn't do anything."  


    "No, it's what Natsuru said. If I continue like that... this... will lead to very serious 

consequences..."  


    "Look, she said so too. There was really nothing we could do at the time."  


    Akane nodded after hearing this, although only a little bit, but Seppuku Tiger also moved 

his head.  


    Kondou Mikoto still had a look of doubt on her face.  


    "That's the best, Natsuru, your evaluation in my heart has dropped a level again, and I 

won't take a bath with you in the future."  


    "Isn't that a kindergarten thing."  


    And it's taking a bath again, it's really cursed.  


    "Kondou Mikoto, what are you doing here?"  


    "I came to cook."  


    The self -proclaimed childhood sweetheart turned her head away, "But I'm not in the mood 

now -" 


    "I didn't ask you to come, what do you mean you're not in the mood, you're really talking 

to yourself."  


    "Because Akane is so pitiful, are you okay? Does it still hurt?"  


    "Don't worry..."  


    Now Akane is not only trying to kill me, but is actually helping me. After transforming, she 

looks like an enemy. This is too complicated.  


    "...Um, Kondou -san."  


    "Huh?"  


    "Do you have the ingredients for dinner?"  


    "Well, I bought some anyway."  


    "Then I'll make it..."  


    Akane walked towards the kitchen while holding her stomach.  


    "The ingredients are in the refrigerator, right? I'll make it, you can eat it first and then 

leave..."  


    "Wait a minute, why is Akane doing it!?"  


    "I was thinking...is this what I should do..."  


    "Then I'll do it too!"  


    "Aren't you in the mood to cook?"  


    I asked puzzledly  


    "Stop talking nonsense!"  


    I was scolded.  


    After a while, dinner was ready.  


    Akane's cooking was very delicate, white rice, vegetables and miso soup. It was very 

traditional and the taste was very comforting. If you live alone, you can deeply feel the 

deliciousness of it.  


    "This is delicious."  


    As I picked up my chopsticks, I finally couldn't help but say what I was thinking.  


    "Really..."  


    Akane seemed very satisfied, and her stomach didn't seem to hurt anymore.  


    "Wow...it should be curry."  


    Kondou Mikoto seemed to be in a bad mood, depressed, and it looked like the El Niño 

phenomenon.  


    "Why did it become a traditional dish?"  


    "Huh? Didn't you cook it too?"  


    "I was going to, but Akane's cooking is so good I couldn't interfere."  


    Kondou Mikoto puffed up her cheeks. Even though it was something for elementary school 

students, Kondou Mikoto looked so cute when she cooked. Well, I was just tired of watching.  


    I felt that Akane had become smaller and looked a little scared. I wanted to say, "Then why 

not just not cook it from the beginning?" But that didn't seem right. Both Akane and Kondou 

Mikoto were like this. A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea, no, it's simply as 

incomprehensible as advanced mathematics.  


    "So, are you just here to cook?"  


    "Oh, right."  


    Kondou Mikoto put down her chopsticks.  


    "I have something to tell you about the cultural festival. Natsuru and Akane are both 

executive committee members, right?"  


    "Yes."  


    "Yes..."  


    Akane and I confirmed at the same time.  


    "Me too."  


    "Huh? Didn't I see you at the meeting?"  


    "I missed you."  


    "You're so calm! You're such a cool person."  


    "Let's put that aside for a minute. Did someone tell me there's a beauty pageant?"  


    "Yeah, Shizuku has that in mind."  


    "I heard..."  


    She lowered her voice as if to whisper.  


    "It looks like the female Natsuru will be competing."  


    "Huh?!"  


    The surprise wasn't due to her acting skills. How did she know all this?  


    Kondou Mikoto smirked. "Are you the cat from Alice in Wonderland?"  


    "This is reliable news."  


    "You heard it from that place."  


    "Sakura Kaede, the most beautiful girl in Seitetsu, is spreading the word that 'Natsuru 

alumni will participate in the beauty pageant.' I think there are still a few people in the 

school who don't know about it."  


    Wow, the beauty pageant was decided at the meeting, which is today after school. Why 

did it spread so quickly, and it was Sakura Kaede who spread the news. What does she want 

to do?  


    Akane glanced at me secretly. I suddenly realized, yes, this is to prevent me from resigning. 

For Sakura Kaede, she absolutely hopes that I will participate in the beauty pageant. If I 

resign, it will be meaningless, so she took the initiative to sprea d rumors.  


    Women's resentment is really terrifying. They even use tricks. They are just like the girls in 

Class 4, Grade 2. Of course, I like that about Sakura Kaede, so I'll leave it at that.  


    "Well, if she's going to make an appearance like this, I'm really disappointed in the female 

Natsuru. She's already competing in a beauty pageant after just returning from a sick leave. 

She's such a show -off."  


    "No... I guess."  


    "I thought so too, but it seems she's changing her tune."  


    "No, you don't have to change. I think the female Natsuru really wants to be low -key."  


    "I thought she was low -key too when I first saw her, but to actually participate in a beauty 

pageant... I shouldn't have said I supported her."  


    "Support what?"  


    I feel like I've heard similar words from her when I've spoken to her as a woman.  


    "So annoying... It doesn't matter anyway."  


    Kondou Mikoto blushed and grumbled. Is this H1N1... It's really popular.  


    "Natsuru~what are you going to do?"  


    "What do you mean by what?"  


    You asked me to do what? I had no choice but to go up now.  


    "Female Natsuru, don't you feel a little unwilling? You may be acting cute by being cool but 

it's a bit disgusting when it comes to that. You were silent when talking to me. Although it's 

nice for a beautiful woman to feel like that, you should at leas t say something."  


    Kondou Mikoto was very angry. Oh, I'm really sorry. I couldn't say a word at that time 

because I was so shocked.  


    "I can understand...you are unhappy about this, but there is nothing you can do. If it were 

a beauty pageant, that guy would probably...quit."  


    "That guy? Very friendly. Do you like her?"  


    “也不是這樣 ……”  


    Kondou Mikoto's reaction was the same as Sakura Kaede's classmate, it seems I have to be 

careful everywhere.  


    "Well, whatever. How about this? Let's teach that girl Natsuru a lesson. 

It would be so annoying if she won the beauty pageant without any trouble."


"Yeah."


    It's not that I'm unhappy, it's just very subtle. What if I become more famous?  


   "Exactly. So we need to find a rival for her. Isn't there a recommendation system? 

We just need to send a few beauties."

"Like who?"


    “Sakura Kaede.”  


    Is it Sakura Kaede?" Kondou Mikoto showed an expression that said 'that's a good idea'.  


    Indeed, I have no objection to what Sakura Kaede said. According to the questionnaire 

survey of the Beautiful Girls Research Association, she is on par with Shizuku. In terms of 

personality, she is probably number one. Of course, in my heart, Sakura Ka ede is the eternal 

king.  


    But what does the person in question mean? If you have to say, Sakura Kaede is still 

relatively introverted. She doesn't like to judge others or be judged, although she has been a 

bit active recently...  


    "In that case, the female Natsuru will have a hard time, right? It won't be so easy to win, 

and the votes will be scattered."  


    "They can't win."  


    I agree with this. I don't have the ambition to surpass Sakura Kaede. Or rather, I want to 

stare at Sakura Kaede when she goes on stage during the beauty pageant.  


    "That..."  


    Akane, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.  


    "But Natsuru -san... I mean the female one, she's also very beautiful, so it might be an 

exciting match..."  


    "Huh? Akane supports the female Natsuru?"  


    Kondou Mikoto was a little dissatisfied.  


    "It's not like that..."  


    That's indeed not the case. She just supports me because she hates Sakura Kaede. The 

enemy of my enemy is my friend, so that makes sense.  


    "As for me, I hope both of them lose."  


    "No, I hope Sakura Kaede wins."  


    "I hope Natsuru -san..."  


    The three of them all held their own opinions, and the embarrassing thing was that I didn't 

support myself.  


    "Anyway, I will recommend Sakura Kaede, and you have to help me then."  


    Kondou Mikoto declared forcefully.  


    This group's egocentrism is truly unwavering. Their own desires always come first, even 

during their Middle Eastern archaeological excavations. They broke agreements with a British 

expedition team and then dismissed them after accusing them of smugglin g. It's even more 

astonishing to hear that the team actually smuggled unearthed artifacts.  


    The big thing right now is the beauty pageant, and just thinking about it makes me 

worried. Will I be forced to wear a swimsuit? I guess not as a high school student, but I might 

be asked to perform something, and I don't know how to do anything, and m y singing is 

terrible.  


    And I have to consider the class, and regardless of the boys, it will be too troublesome for 

the girls, and they will definitely do something immoral.  


    I need to change my mindset here, I put down my chopsticks and thought.  


    ... 


    Okay, it's settled, I will also come out and assist Sakura Kaede. The number one woman in 

Seitetsu is Sakura Kaede, let's just take it as a way to consolidate this indisputable fact. She 

must win no matter what, and if I am a girl like this, won't I at tract attention? These are all 

good things.  


    I nodded vigorously to Kondou Mikoto.  


    "I think so too."  


    "Thank you."  


    "We must let Sakura Kaede win. How can we let the female Natsuru win? No one is worthy 

of being Miss Seitetsu except Sakura Kaede."  


    Kondou Mikoto was stunned by my courage and muttered, "Are you hot?" It's just that my 

heart is burning for Sakura Kaede.  


    "Akane."  


    I gradually turned my gaze to her,  


    "The post of the executive committee member of the girls' department is left to you."  


    "Huh...?"  


    Kondou Mikoto asked in confusion, "Why do you want to ask the executive committee 

member of the girls' department for help?" I ignored her in the street.  


    "In order for Sakura Kaede to win, there can't be any hesitation."  


    … 


    Akane turned her head away, still puffing up her cheeks. Hmm? Is this a bit too much for 

her who hates Sakura Kaede?  


    Well, it doesn't matter. As long as Sakura Kaede asks me to sacrifice or do something for 

her, I am willing to do it. There is no way if it will have a negative impact on my relationship 

with Akane - I buried this thought in my heart and continued to eat dinner.