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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Casting Aside Embarrassment of One&amp;#039;s Parents&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 1===  For the athletics festival, they were allowed to have their lunch wherever they wanted.   They...&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;Casting Aside Embarrassment of One&amp;#039;s Parents&amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 1===&lt;br /&gt;
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For the athletics festival, they were allowed to have their lunch wherever they wanted. &lt;br /&gt;
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They could eat in their team area, or return to their classroom, or venture out to the courtyard, or go to Milk Hall.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ideally, they&amp;#039;d also be able to spread out and have lunch with their families, but that didn&amp;#039;t look possible this year. The parents&amp;#039; supporter section was jam packed, so there didn&amp;#039;t look to be any room to fit students in there too. Although there were some students that had found a patch of free space near the oval and were having lunch with their parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yumi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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After the club relay finished, and the announcement informing them of their hour long break, Sachiko-sama slowly made her way across the nylon sheets towards Yumi, from the front seats that the cheer squad had been occupying.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s go … no, would you please lead me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yumi asked back. If it had just been, &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s go,&amp;quot; then she would have understood. But since there was also, &amp;quot;Please lead me,&amp;quot; she wasn&amp;#039;t sure what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You have to go to the classroom to get your lunch box… don&amp;#039;t you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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While they were talking, other members of the green team were leaving, saying, &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re heading out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The newspaper club&amp;#039;s Mami-san and the photography club&amp;#039;s Tsutako-san also left – either because they didn&amp;#039;t want to interrupt a conversation between soeurs, or they wanted to find a spot to eat as soon as possible, or because they thought this break time would be an opportunity to stumble upon some good material.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;… Lunch box? Ah, that&amp;#039;s true. We can walk together, even though we&amp;#039;re in different classes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;At any rate, we should attend to that other matter first, before lunch …&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, it looked as though Yumi&amp;#039;s deduction had missed the mark.&lt;br /&gt;
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But even so, Yumi thought it would be nice if they went to get their lunch boxes and then had lunch together, despite being in different grades.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yoshino-san had been led off somewhere by Rei-sama, who had crossed over enemy lines to get her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite being irritated with Rei-sama, Yoshino-san still looked a bit happy when she appeared. Yumi thought that might be enough to put her in a good mood, but Yoshino-san&amp;#039;s expression quickly changed to one of displeasure. That said, Yumi didn&amp;#039;t fail to notice that Yoshino-san&amp;#039;s raw emotions had shown on her face, just for a moment. Yoshino-san loved Rei-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So then, where should I lead you, onee-sama?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Something they had to do at lunch time before eating lunch – whatever could it be? They didn&amp;#039;t have any Yamayurikai work today, but even so there was somewhere Yumi was supposed to take her onee-sama. No matter how much she thought about it, Yumi couldn&amp;#039;t find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Isn&amp;#039;t it obvious?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Obvious?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was obvious, huh. Where, when, and by who was that decided? Yumi&amp;#039;s thoughts were spinning round and round and round and round inside her head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I give up, onee-sama. Please tell me the answer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know what I&amp;#039;m talking about, you&amp;#039;re just mocking me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s face reddened slightly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;N-not at all.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was preposterous. Mocking Sachiko-sama was such a reckless act that Yumi would never be able to do it – in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You really don&amp;#039;t know?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;… I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi didn&amp;#039;t think she&amp;#039;d done anything wrong just yet, but she apologized anyway. She couldn&amp;#039;t rule out the possibility that she had committed some transgression against her onee-sama for failing to find the right answer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So then, you weren&amp;#039;t planning on introducing me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Introducing you … who would I be introducing you to, onee-sama?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;To your parents.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama turned around, sulking, and Yumi finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Not &amp;quot;Ah.&amp;quot; Really, how can you be so dense? All morning, no, since last night, I was so worried about it that I couldn&amp;#039;t get to sleep. And yet …&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You couldn&amp;#039;t get to sleep, onee-sama?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi smiled, feeling a little happy. Sachiko-sama was always full of self-confidence, but the thought of meeting her petite soeur&amp;#039;s parents had her losing sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course. I was thinking about if I&amp;#039;d be able to properly greet your mother and father when I met them, and whether or not I&amp;#039;d be able to make a good impression.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That sort of comment would make sense coming from her parents, but it felt a bit strange hearing it come from Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But onee-sama, I&amp;#039;m sure you could handle introductions with anyone.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if they were foreign nobility, Sachiko-sama would hold her head high and greet them magnificently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Your parents are an exception.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I want them to like me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ahh, so that was it – Yumi suddenly understood. This wasn&amp;#039;t the first time that Sachiko-sama had lacked confidence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the evening of their Valentine&amp;#039;s Day date, when she&amp;#039;d admitted she was nervous about calling Yumi&amp;#039;s house. &lt;br /&gt;
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At her summer holiday house, when she&amp;#039;d mumbled that she couldn&amp;#039;t protect Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;
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At Lady Saionji&amp;#039;s birthday party, when Yumi had to put on a musical performance in lieu of a gift.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s mountain of self-confidence could easily come crashing down, whenever it was something related to Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps Yumi was Sachiko-sama&amp;#039;s Achilles&amp;#039; heel.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Sachiko-sama had built this up internally to be a much bigger deal than Yumi had thought. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then I&amp;#039;ll lead you to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi started to walk, leading the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a little, no, quite embarrassing, but she set that aside. It was nothing compared to how hard her onee-sama&amp;#039;s heart must be pounding.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But my parents really aren&amp;#039;t that impressive.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Their daughter may go to a school for ladies, but the Fukuzawas came from a long line of commoners.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her father got carried away easily, and her mother was a bit of a scatterbrain. But they were both kind and honest people. They may not have been all that impressive, but Yumi was still proud of her parents.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So Yumi would introduce her parents that she was proud of to the onee-sama that she was proud of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Will I be okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now that it was about to happen, Sachiko-sama was suddenly hesitating. Yumi grasped her shivering hand and gave a huge nod.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course. Because my mom and dad already love you, onee-sama.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama asked, as though she didn&amp;#039;t believe it. But it was the truth, not just an attempt at consolation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Even though you haven&amp;#039;t met, they could tell just by watching me. That Ogasawara Sachiko-sama is an important person to me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahh … I see. In that case, I understand.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko-sama mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Because my parents always talk about you like that too, Yumi.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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