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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;== Bonus ==  What the heck is this? – I, Mizuno Youko, thought, my eyes and mouth wide open. It took a while before I could comprehend the situation.  Yoshino-chan was doing...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;== Bonus ==  What the heck is this? – I, Mizuno Youko, thought, my eyes and mouth wide open. It took a while before I could comprehend the situation.  Yoshino-chan was doing...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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What the heck is this? – I, Mizuno Youko, thought, my eyes and mouth wide open. It took a while before I could comprehend the situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yoshino-chan was doing magic.&lt;br /&gt;
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Behind her, Shimako was playing &amp;quot;El Bimbo&amp;quot; on a pianica.&lt;br /&gt;
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An incredibly strange spectacle. Something from a dream, and seeing it outside of one was shocking. At any rate, an atmosphere completely different to the usual tea party had, for now, filled the entirety of the Rose Mansion&amp;#039;s second-floor room.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ta-dah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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In time with her voice, a stuffed toy made from towels rose from the empty box. Given the current situation, it was probably supposed to be a dove, but it looked more like a rat with wings. I&amp;#039;ve known this for a while now, but despite being Rei&amp;#039;s cousin, Yoshino-chan really didn&amp;#039;t have any talent for handicrafts.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she was quite proficient at sleight of hand tricks. Pulling a 500-yen coin she&amp;#039;d gripped in her right hand from the breast pocket of Eriko&amp;#039;s uniform.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not your audience plant.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite her frequent heckling, Eriko seemed to be enjoying herself.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was probably part of the &amp;quot;entertainment.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sei had asked her, &amp;quot;Yoshino-chan, what are you doing?&amp;quot; and then the first-years had taken the initiative to line up some chairs, creating improvised guest seating. At first, I&amp;#039;d been flustered, not knowing what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;This is your doing, isn&amp;#039;t it, Rosa Gigantea.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sachiko muttered, not taking her eyes off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ta-dah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yoshino-chan whipped her hat off. And there, on her head, was a flower made of feathers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What ever do you mean?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sei played dumb, but she obviously knew something. I listened in on their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ta-dah.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At some point, Yoshino-chan&amp;#039;s head-flower had turned into a rope.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You spouted some nonsense to Yumi. About party performances and the like.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, you found out?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It had only taken a bit of light prodding from Sachiko for Sei to quickly confess.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I told her it was an annual custom and she believed me. But it&amp;#039;s fine. This party&amp;#039;s supposed to be for our enjoyment, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Such an egocentric way of thinking. Not even considering the trouble she was causing for others.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But the reason Yumi collapsed was because she wasn&amp;#039;t getting enough sleep.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, really? Sorry about that. An energy drink should make up for it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&amp;#039;t really understand what she meant by that last remark, but it looked like Sei had tricked the first-years into putting on this show.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Image:MM_v07_205.jpg|thumb]] &lt;br /&gt;
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However, the usual tradition was to have a tea party where everyone sat around chatting. Everyone would reminisce about the good times and the bad, and not want to leave. At least, that&amp;#039;s how the two farewell parties I&amp;#039;d been involved with had gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Thank-you all very much.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yoshino-chan and Shimako bowed quickly. It looked like the magic show was over. I&amp;#039;d been deep in thought, so I hadn&amp;#039;t caught much of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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(However.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Rei was applauding so wildly it was embarrassing to watch. The complete fool of an older sister. But then again, that was one of her good points.&lt;br /&gt;
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Following on from that, Shimako unfurled a folding fan. Then, without a moment&amp;#039;s delay, Yoshino-chan switched the cassette deck on. Oh, she&amp;#039;s about to start a traditional Japanese dance. Shimako&amp;#039;s an accredited master of some dancing style whose name I can&amp;#039;t remember.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the intro was unmistakeably &amp;quot;Maria-sama&amp;#039;s Soul.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(No way. She&amp;#039;s not going to dance to this … )&lt;br /&gt;
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The unthinkable became reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shimako slumped down, obviously not intentionally. The song was a complete mismatch for traditional Japanese dance. It looked like she hadn&amp;#039;t been informed of the chosen song beforehand, for whatever reason. &lt;br /&gt;
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While the song may have been a mismatch for the style of dancing, it fit perfectly with her Lillian&amp;#039;s uniform. On top of that, the folding fan was the same one that Yoshino-chan had been using early for her sleigh of hand tricks. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When opened, it showed the word &amp;quot;Bravo!&amp;quot; written in red ink, and bit by bit this started to draw the laughter out of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I focused my strength on my stomach muscles and clamped down on it. No dancer wants to be laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I laugh, I lose, pff-ff-ff. It was a bit like a stare-down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even so, Shimako had the spirit of a master and danced gracefully. She seemed to be improvising the choreography and changing her moves to fit the lyrics. As you&amp;#039;d expect from a master.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sei was cheering her on loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eriko was clapping to the beat too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Ahh, I see. It&amp;#039;s okay to laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;
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The way I was analyzing things was pretty pathetic and at that point I realized that further reflection would be even more absurd, so I decided to just sit back and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maria-sama&amp;#039;s soul, it is a – &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I joined in singing at the third verse. I hadn&amp;#039;t been at Lillian&amp;#039;s since kindergarten, but I knew the song well. I&amp;#039;d been taught it by my adorable petit soeur, Sachiko.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shimako danced brilliantly as everyone else sang in the choir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now then.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi-chan was last up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yoshino-chan switched the tape and pressed play. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I waited in anticipation for what she was going to do, then Yumi-chan appeared on stage with a spotted bandana and basket covering her face. It oddly matched her tracksuit pants and sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is – it took my breath away. That figure – no way, there&amp;#039;s no way it could be that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;~Yasuki~&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But what I thought it couldn&amp;#039;t be was, in fact, the reality. The music flowing from the tape was the Shimane prefecture specialty, the &amp;quot;Yasuki Bushi.&amp;quot; But normally it was a male dance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had to hand it to Yumi-chan, she lived up to expectations. The folk song, also called &amp;quot;Loach Scooping,&amp;quot; was absurdly funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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When she lowered the basket, revealing her face, I couldn&amp;#039;t help but laugh out loud. A five-yen coin, held in place by string threaded through the hole in the coin and fastened around her ears, pressed down on her nose, making for a funny face. That she&amp;#039;d go so far was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;
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My laugh seemed to tip everyone else over the edge, and the room was suddenly filled with a roar of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;~Ara essa ssa~&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As for Yumi-chan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She dug at the mud with her feet, putting a loach in to the basket.&lt;br /&gt;
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The loach escaped, then she had to catch the slippery thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her movements and facial expression – for a party trick it was a splendid performance. I laughed so much my stomach was in knots.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I laughed, I caught sight of Sachiko from the corner of my eyes, and again I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
( … Right.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sachiko, not usually one to smile, was laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face. &lt;br /&gt;
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This would have been unthinkable to the old, inflexible Sachiko. Back then, she would have angrily dragged her petit soeur down from the stage, to stop her acting so foolishly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sachiko was slowly but surely changing.&lt;br /&gt;
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With that, I thought that I had no regrets left at Lillian&amp;#039;s.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could graduate with peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;~Yasuki~ bushi~&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi-chan&amp;#039;s dance reached its finale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If there was one thing I was disappointed about, it was that I wouldn&amp;#039;t be alongside them when the current first-years became Roses.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;~Ara essa ssa, da mon naa~&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That unorthodox school council would definitely be something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;
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| Back to [[Maria-sama_ga_Miteru:Volume7_Chapter10|Saturday]]&lt;br /&gt;
| Forward to [[Maria-sama_ga_Miteru:Volume7_Chapter12|A Short Interlude]]&lt;br /&gt;
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