Kämpfer:Volume 5 Chapter 2

Volume 5, Chapter 2  

    Monday. School's today. Ah ha ha, so happy.  

    Of course not, my precious day off was wasted in every sense of the word.  

    After the mysterious Kämpfer attack, I diligently cleaned Sakura Kaede's collection room. If

the dirty dolls were damaged, it would have been a big problem, but miraculously, nothing

happened.  

    There was no way to fool around with the broken glass, but Shizuku helped me figure it

out. When Sakura Kaede woke up, she unconditionally accepted my explanation that "a

sudden strong wind blew in the sign," and even said, "It's a relief that Natsuru -san isn't hurt."

Sakura Kaede is truly an angel, a god.  

    Because I stayed up all night cleaning, I slept like a log the next day when I got home. I

didn't even eat, but when I woke up, I found it was already prepared.  

    "Did you cook it?"  

    I asked Seppuku Tiger.  

    "How could a doll cook?"  

    "Who did it?"  

    "Who do you think it was?"  

    Normally, it would be Kondou Mikoto. I told her she'd cook even if I didn't need it.  

    "No, it was a woman with long, fresh hair. I don't know her name, though."  

    "...It was the president!"  

    Seppuku Tiger spied it through the window. Shizuku arrived, put the food in the entrance,

and then left.  

    "Oh, that was President Shizuku?"  

    "I can't believe it. Was it poisonous?"  

    "It could be."  

    "Then why are the dishes all at home?"  

    "Later, Akane -san and Kondou Mikoto -san came over, and they cooked and put them in the

refrigerator."  

    I honestly hadn't noticed it at all, so I checked inside and saw there were indeed cooked

vegetables and miso soup. Akane -san must have made it. How do I know? Because there's a

big pot of curry right next to it. Is this all you know how to make, Kondo u Mikoto? I haven't

even finished what I made before.  

    Having enough to eat is a good thing, so I don't have to go to school with low blood

pressure. I didn't become a girl today.  

    The boys' second -grade class four is still the same —a bunch of idiots.  

    From the beginning, they showed zero interest in class. Since they weren't making any

noise, it looked like they were all studying seriously. That's pretty unethical.  

    Of course, I'm one of the unethical ones, too. I forgot to bring my textbook, but I have to

sleep anyway, so it's okay —I stick to that mentality.  

    For now, I plan to use this method of not burdening my brain until class is over. The

Kämpfer method really is built on huge sacrifices.  

    "Hey, Seno."  

    The person talking to me was a familiar face, my classmate Higashida. If you collect the

stupid elements in the air and blow in the elements of life, you will become this man.  

    "Where are you going during summer vacation?"  

    "What are you talking about?"  

    Even if you are far -sighted, there must be a limit. The final exams haven't even started yet.  

    "What's wrong with the calendar in your head?"  

    "That's fine."  

    He seemed to want to say, "You don't understand~"  

    "If you don't start preparing now, you won't be able to take pictures of girls in the summer.

After all, you are the special advisor of the girls' club. You should understand this."  

    Why do I have to understand this? By the way, the so -called special advisor is a position in

the Seitetsu Academy Girls' Club, which is dominated by this guy. He forced it on me without

asking him.  

    "Any time is fine for taking pictures, right?"  

    "Seasonal awareness is important."  

    Just hearing that makes me sound serious, which is embarrassing.  

    "Summer is all about swimsuits, right? I really want to take some pictures with the ocean

in the background."  

    "Whatever you want,"  

    Higashida said in a low voice.  

    "Just pictures, pictures."  

    "What's wrong? Did your camera break?"  

    "No, didn't you say you were going to release a photo book from the beauty pageant?"  

    "Really?"  

    "That went well. This one's for you."  

    Higashida handed me a large book wrapped in a paper bag.  

    This is an illegal collection of photos taken secretly at a beauty pageant held at a cultural

festival. Since it's packed with the best, I expect it to be packed with reservations soon.  

    "Don't open it here."  

    "Got it."  

    "There's a female Natsuru up there too, and I got a good picture of her."  

    "..."

    "Female Natsuru is very popular. More girls come to check it out than boys. Illegal clubs

are clamoring for portraits and data. Bishoujo fan clubs won't have to worry about funding

for quite some time."  

    Better to check this out.  

    It was lunch break, and I walked out of the classroom with my lunchbox. Inside was curry. I

have enough curry at home to open an Indian curry shop.  

    So where should I eat? A guy carrying curry and a photo album looks like a pervert.  

    After a moment's hesitation, I decided to go to the library.  

    Normally, curry shouldn't be brought to a place with books, but right now, it's a mess

because it's being renovated, and ordinary students are not allowed in. Which means, on the

other hand, no one will notice. The culprit for the library's renovations  is... I'm so sorry.  

    I walked out of the school building and headed towards the library.  

    I went inside, but where could I eat? It was, after all, deep inside the construction site.  

    This really looks like a fugitive, reminding me of that old TV show starring David Johnson.  

    "That,"  

    someone said from behind me,  

    "No trespassing here."  

    I turned around and saw a girl. She looked smart, like an A student. She must be on the

library committee. Seitetsu Academy's campus is divided by gender, but the library is on the

same campus.  

    The girl who reminded me had her eyes slightly downcast, giving the impression of a

constant smile. Her words were also very polite. It must be her personality dictated by her

facial shape. She was wearing a second -year badge, but I'd never seen her be fore. Before I

became the Skipping Prince, I was the Skipping Queen.  

    "What can I do for you?"  

    "No, that..."  

    Her eyes turned to my hands.  

    "I don't think this is a good place for a meal..."  

    You're right, but I just hope it's empty.  

    "If you don't mind, why don't you use the room inside?"  

    "Uh... isn't that the library committee room?"  

    "No one's in there today, and if you don't mind if the books are opened, there's tea."  

    I was really grateful for that, so I agreed.  

    The room reserved for library committee members (and administrators) is behind the

circulation counter, though I've never been inside.  

    "With the library in this state, the library committee has nothing to do."  

    "Uh..."  

    "I don't know who it is, but I hope they don't mess around and ruin the books."  

    "Sorry..."  

    "Hmm?"  

    "Nothing..."  

    I couldn't help but apologize. After all, it was my and Kondou Mikoto's responsibility.  

    "I'm glad you're willing to apologize, but Senonatsuru -san is not very tight -lipped."  

    "What...!"  

    I was surprised by her sudden words when the girl moved like the wind.  

    I heard a whoosh and something passed by. Although I didn't know what it was, I still felt

the crisis and rolled on the ground.  

    Something was reflecting in the girl's hand. She was holding something long like a stick.  

    She swung the stick, and then I realized it was a Western sword. It was not the low -risk

kind used in competitions, but the very strong ones used by ancient cavalry in battle.  

    The sword blade pierced my eyes, and I quickly rolled to distance myself.  

    At the same time, I applied force on my wrist, and with a bluish -white light, my body

transformed into a woman's.  

    As she stood up, she fired a fire bomb, which hit the ceiling and burned a piece of it. Never

mind, they were still working on it.  

    The girl didn't attack, but seemed very satisfied.  

    "As expected of Seno -san, you look so impressive after becoming Kämpfer."  

    "Who are you?"  

    "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Nakao Sayaka."  

    She bent down gracefully, and I lowered my head reflexively.  

    "Girls' second grade, class one."  

    So that's right, next to me.  

    "In the same class with Sakura Kaede."  

    "Huh..."  

    "Huh? Not interested?"  

    "Yes, I am, but what did you say to the woman who suddenly attacked me?"  

    It wasn't just a joke, it was an act of violence. Attacking with a blade was simply a

murderous maniac.  

    "Then please allow me to explain. I am a Kämpfer, just like Senou."  

    I thought so too. If the weapon suddenly appeared, I would have known it immediately.  

    After all, there are women like Akane who can only speak rogue language after

transformation, but this woman speaks in a polite manner that makes people speechless.

From this perspective, this woman is also amazing.  

    "Even so, it seems that I was very ordinary before I transformed."  

    She said as if she saw through my heart.  

    "It's just that after becoming like this, you think everything must be done in accordance

with the rules."  

    "That's good. Is it also a proper thing to chop at me?"  

    "Yes,"  

    Sayaka continued with a smile. If it was Akane, she would have been furious and made a

scene.  

    "Are you going to fight here now?"  

    "If you insist, it's a request,"  

    she continued. She just said she was requesting weapons, but she didn't put them away.  

    "What the hell? I'm telling you, I don't really want to talk to a guy who wields a blade."  

    "The request is simple... Seno -san, are you interested in joining us?"  

    "What?"  

    I couldn't understand what she was saying for a moment; it was so sudden.  

    "I'm asking you to be our partner. It would be a huge help if Seno -san joined."  

    "Hey, hey, for what? You're our enemy."  

    "Because you disobeyed the mediator."  

    "Huh?"  

    "It means you're the uncertainty factor. In fact, it shouldn't have developed like this. So

we're enemies."  

    Why did she say something so confusing? What is the uncertainty factor? Is it Einstein's

theory or Bohr's theory?  

    Ultimately, the existence of Kämpfer is absurd in itself, and it wouldn't be surprising if she

reappeared, but this time is different. You know, it's because I disobeyed the mediator. But, I

didn't mean to disobey the mediator.  

    "I can't tell you too many reasons. What I mean is that I hope you can join our side from

the student union president."  

    "So you want me to betray Shizuku?"  

    "Yes"  

    Hey, hey, this is a huge misunderstanding. I never intended to be Shizuku's companion.

Shizuku and I were enemies, and now we have inexplicably called a truce. Even if the hostility

is restored now, I don't care.  

    "The president and I..."  

    "The mediator said he's troubled by the president's strange behavior. If Seno -san were

willing to join, the problem would be solved immediately."  

    "But..."  

    "Please join us, Mubi, as a girl."  

    Does that mean I should always be a girl?  

    It was so sudden that I forgot to attack Sayaka. This is just headhunting, recruiting talented

people for your own use. Oh my, it's really annoying.  

    "…But why me?"  

    "What are you hesitating about?"  

    "Why are you pulling me over? Aren't there other talented people?"  

    "Because you, Seno -san, are going to be the 'key', it's only natural for you to do so."  

    "Huh? Me? Uh…key? What the hell, are you serious?"  

    "Yes, you are the key to this battle."  

    She said something outrageous again. What's the matter? Do you think a Kämpfer like me,

who has no special features (it doesn't seem right to say that), is an important person?  

    "You said the key, where is my key?"  

    "You will know soon. As long as you join us, the problem will be solved. If you don't want

to..."  

    "...Fighting?"  

    Sayaka didn't answer, but just looked at the entrance.  

    "It seems like someone is causing trouble."  

    "Swish" she waved her arm, and the sword disappeared.  

    "Looking forward to your affirmative answer."  

    "Answer what..."  

    "Also, my companions may come to say hello to you soon, so please give me your advice

then. And if you want to have lunch, it's best not to do it indoors at this time but outdoors. It

won't attract attention behind this building."  

    Thank you so much... Forget about lunch, what's the point of saying hello.  

    After saying this, Sayaka turned over and disappeared behind the counter. I tried to catch

up, but she jumped out of the window and disappeared into the girls' school.  

    "What are you doing..."  

    "Natsuru, what are you doing here?"  

    I turned around and saw Kondou Mikoto at the entrance.  

    "What are you doing...you look like you're from the boys' school."  

    "I wanted to have lunch with you, so I came looking for you."  

    "How did you get in?"  

    "Didn't I tell you last time there was a secret?"  

    The boys' and girls' school campuses are separated by a fence and the library gate. Besides

normal means, only the Gender Normalization Committee of the Underground Activities

Department can interact with each other.  

    This guy's eyes are still as curious as ever. Are you a kindergartner without any ill

intentions? Can I tell her what just happened?  

    Although I was a little annoyed, Kondou Mikoto said nonchalantly,  

    "Eat, you must be hungry."  

    "...I know, let's go out."  

    We'll talk about Sayaka later. Kondou Mikoto was a little dissatisfied.  

    "Outside? Wouldn't it be fine inside?"  

    "I heard it wouldn't attract attention behind the building."  

    I went out first and walked around the building. So that's how it is. This place has become

a place to store materials, and the mess is just right.  

    We hid in the shade and sat down.  

    I opened the lid of the lunch box and the "fragrant" smell of vegetable curry hit my nose.  

    Kondou Mikoto glanced at the lunch box.  

    "Oh~ I made this curry. We had it for lunch too, it's not bad."  

    "It would be bad if I don't eat it, you made so much."  

    "Speaking of which, Akane and I went to your house."  

    "I was asleep and don't remember anything."  

    "Is there rice in the entrance hall...?"  

    "That one, I heard the president made it."  

    I answered casually. I had nothing to hide, and I ate it all.  

    To my surprise, Kondou Mikoto's eyes widened in shock.  

    "The president!"  

    "Yes."  

    "Is that the type of person?"  

    "I think I heard she's a good cook. Isn't she the type who can do anything?"  

    "Not that, I mean cooking for men."  

    "That's nothing."  

    What's wrong? Why are you so surprised? Don’t you cook for me too?  

    Incredibly, Kondou Mikoto held her head in frustration.  

    “Wow… What a strong competitor…”  

    “Competitor? You’re the same color as Kämpfer, right?”  

    “You’re so insensitive, I’m really saved.”  

    What do you mean by insensitive? I’m called the visionary Natsuru… Well, it doesn’t

matter.  

    By the way, what color is Sayaka? I forgot to check. It’s not good to be forgetful at such a

young age.  

    Kondou Mikoto sighed and sat next to me, opening her lunch box.  

    This guy is also eating curry, you must have liked it too much. Her curry contains lentils,

which means that the ones at my house are specially made for me by her.  

    "I'm starting~"  

    She started eating, and Kondou Mikoto ate very quickly. The reason seemed to be that if

she didn't solve the problem early, her competitors would take advantage of her. She said

she learned it while excavating Silk Road ruins in Central Asia.  

    "Eat slowly, you."  

    "It's just curry rice anyway."  

    Do you really like curry?  

    I opened the paper bag while eating. The paper bag was wrinkled because of the battle

just now. It won't have any impact on the inside.  

    The photo album is securely bound and looks gorgeous. Higashida, you guy, you just threw

a lot of money into it to make money.  

    Use a spoon to open the photo album and look at it. From the perspective of book lovers,

this is probably an outrageous act, so it doesn’t matter.  

    As soon as I opened it, there was a photo of me. It was the one in the miniskirt from the

cosplay at the "Maid Cafe" held by the Girls' Club.  

    "Wow..."  

    I couldn't help but exclaim. This one, should I say exquisite or something, I'm captured

from every angle. I have to say it's a great shot. Ah, the one with Sakura Kaede and Shizuku

sandwiched in the middle, it really stands out. Although some personal  information and

other things were ignored in public.  

    After turning it over, this time it was our Sakura Kaede. There was a big close -up of her

because she was wearing a wedding dress to participate in a beauty pageant. The white

dress was so beautiful.  

    I was fascinated by the photo. She is indeed my dream girl, so beautiful even in the two -

dimensional world.  

    Then I turned the page, oh, it was Shizuku. I always feel that there are more pictures of her

from behind. Is it because there is no chance for her to take advantage? She is just like Skull

13. There are also pictures of her in the beauty pageant, when  she was jumping with a

dagger. Because the angle was chosen well, it was from a slightly downward and upward

angle, and Shizuku's majestic and awe -inspiring appearance was clearly visible. Even I, who

am against Shizuku, was a little fascinated by it.  

    And then there are the other contestants. As expected, the size and number of the photos

all have an overwhelming advantage for the three beauties of Seitetsu. If I were not one -

third of them, I would enjoy it more.  

    "Oh~ very beautiful"  

    "Don't stare at me"  

    "Don't worry, give it to me"  

    I didn't say anything and she took the photo album from me. Was she doing this on

purpose? She kept staring at my photo. I peeked in from the side.  

    "Ah..."  

    "What's wrong?"  

    I couldn't help but say. The girl from earlier was listed on the black and white page.  

    "What happened to this second -year girl named Nakao Sayaka?"  

    "She was a beauty pageant contestant."  

    "Since she's listed, then that's it. I caught a glimpse of her back then."  

    I don't remember. The same thing happened in the photo. Although the face is the same,

the hairstyle and appearance are completely different.  

    "What's wrong with this person?"  

    "I'll tell you later."  

    "Oh, by the way, Natsuru."  

    "Swallow it before you talk."  

    "Isn't there a new Kämpfer attacking us?"  

    "...Which time?"  

    "What do you mean by which time? Of course it was the time at Sakura Kaede's classmate

dormitory."  

    For Kondou Mikoto, that was indeed the case. Although the time was short, she was sure

that the person was also Kämpfer.  

    "Should I join them?"  

    What are you talking about? I almost spit out curry from my nostrils. Kondou Mikoto was

stunned for a moment.  

    "What's wrong?"  

    "Don't say it so lightly, you scared me!"  

    "Really~"  

    "Did someone invite you?"  

    "No, I've been thinking a lot about what to do in this situation."  

    She said that, but she definitely didn't think about it. This woman would go to Mongolia on

a whim. I was even more shocked when I heard that she had unearthed a ceratosaurus fossil.  

    "Don't you think it's more interesting this way? It's so messy."  

    "Why should it be messy?"  

    "Do you think the other person might be red?"  

    "If it's red, the president is too."  

    "It doesn't matter what color that person is."  

    I agree with this point, or maybe Shizuku's actions are completely unconstrained by color.

She is indeed an egocentric person.  

    I was invited by Sayaka and I was worried about whether I should go, but you are hesitant

about whether to go. I wonder if you are a bit of a fool or something.  

    I have finished my curry, and I should wash the lunch box. It smells so strong.  

    "Are you serious?"  

    "Because I only care about whether it's fun or not."  

    "You've always been like this since you were little."  

    "Are you remembering that?"  

    "Yeah."  

    It reminded me of how this group used to fight in kindergarten. The girls were fighting over

play time in the sandbox, like some kind of organization. And Kondou Mikoto, carelessly

weaving between the two groups, only made things even more chaotic. "It 's so hard taking

care of kids a year younger than Natsuru -kun," the kindergarten teacher's complaint left a

lasting impression on me.  

    Kondou Mikoto smiled.  

    "Well, it seems you remember that I'm your childhood sweetheart."  

    "I did."  

    "Natsuru -kun was so cold, I thought you'd forgotten."  

    She seemed to be in such a good mood for some reason. What was her basis for this

change?  

    "Would you be lonely if I joined them?"  

    I quickly replied,  

    "Not bad."  

    "That's nothing!"  

    "Don't you always go off to South America on your own? You take a leave of absence right

after you start school. I'm used to it."  

    "Woo woo woo..."  

    Kondou Mikoto puffed out her lips like a pufferfish. "You've been changing your mind so

quickly lately, like a chameleon."  

    "My childhood sweetheart might become my enemy, huh? There should be more

entanglements, more hesitation, and tears of regret!"  

    "If there were any entanglements, they would have been resolved by the time I turned into

a girl."  

    "Why are you so clueless?"  

    "Clueless."  

    I consider myself the delicate and easily hurt Natsuru -kun.  

    "Ah~ I'm an idiot for expecting a romantic plot from you..."  

    She was rambling so much, it looked like she was talking to a bowl of curry. She was just

some kind of patient.  

    "Really... I really betrayed you guys."  

    At this time, I packed up my lunch box, took back the photo album and opened it, but I

didn't plan to read it enthusiastically, just flipping through it casually.  

    They were all beautiful shots. It is said that there are many beauties in the girls'

department, not to mention the beauty pageant.  

    Having said that, I don't know most of the people's names. I also participated in the beauty

pageant but still couldn't remember all of them. If it was a guy like Higashida, he would

probably remember them all by heart.  

    "Huh?"  

    Kondou Mikoto said from the side,  

    "This girl is from the first grade."  

    She was referring to Ueda Makie from Class 5, first grade, a girl with an idol face.  

    "It's not strange to have someone in your grade."  

    "That's what I mean..."  

    She seemed to be troubled by something, which was different from the inexplicable

dissatisfaction just now.  

    "...Does this girl look like the Kämpfer who attacked us at Sakura Kaede's house?"  

    I was surprised and looked carefully.  

    "Is it...?"  

    She did look a little similar, but also a little different. The height was also different, not to

mention that it was too dark at the time so I couldn't see clearly.  

    "Now that you mention it, they do look a little similar..."  

    "Really?"  

    If she was really the enemy Kämpfer, then it would be really troublesome. She was in the

same class as Kondou Mikoto, so Mikoto was in the same boat.  

    "If they're really enemies, wouldn't that be a bit bad?"  

    "You're pretty bad."  

    "It's true for everyone, because they attacked us. We're in the open while the enemy is in

the dark, which is a huge disadvantage. Even in smuggling, knowing the other party's

information makes a huge difference in the profit."  

    Your analogy is hard to believe, but it's understandable.  

    "It's better to strike first,"  

    Kondou Mikoto said. Why are you so happy? You're a preemptive striker, right? You get

along well with hard -line dictators, don't you?  

    "Aren't you going to defect to their side?"  

    "Well... since Natsuru is begging me with tears, let's just call it quits."  

    "Did I beg you? And I'm not crying."  

    "Anything's fine. I just want to stay with Natsuru!"  

    What a strange woman! There's no point in caring about someone like me.  

    Kondou Mikoto often says things like this without realizing it. When we were in

kindergarten, she cried and asked to go home with me, and finally said to me, "Let's run

away." I thought it was some kind of elopement, but it turned out she was just goin g to the

dentist and was using me to get out of trouble. From that moment on, I tried to only believe

half of what this guy said.  

    "But it's a bit of a stretch to strike first..."  

    "We don't know how many people are on the other side, so let's attack first and reduce

their numbers. It'll be easier later, yeah, that's it."  

    "By the way, is Ueda -san really an enemy? If we're wrong, we'll really have to see the

police."  

    "Why not just confirm it?"  

    "How do you confirm it?"  

    "Just ask her, 'Excuse me, are you Kämpfer?'"  

    "Stupid, there's no way she'll answer seriously. What if they think we're crazy? Even if she's

really Kämpfer, she definitely won't answer."  

    "That's right,"  

    Kondou Mikoto said. Although my attitude was rather negative, "looking like" was an

inexplicable factor.  

    "Hey, Natsuru, who's the one who's most familiar with these girls?"  

    "Higashida from our place."  

    This was his only forte. He'd gotten the girls' club roster from somewhere and had the

unique ability to memorize it overnight. Combining faces and names to figure out other

information was a piece of cake for him.  

    "Ah~ Higashida -san."  

    "Oh, you know him, right?"  

    "It's so annoying to keep asking him to take pictures. I don't know what's so fun about

that."  

    "Why don't you just let him take the picture?"  

    "No, just give him a picture of Natsuru."  

    I'd already given him one.  

    "Natsuru, why don't you ask Higashida -san about Ueda -san."  

    "Of course I can. What are you going to do?"  

    "I'll go and test Ueda -san in person."  

    Her eyes sparkled, like a curious child.  

    "Didn't I just tell you not to ask about Kämpfer?"  

    "So we were just chatting. We can get a lot of information if we go our separate ways."  

    Indeed, if we ask her and Higashida, we should be able to find out a lot.  

    "There's another person, let's ask that person too."  

    "Who is it?"  

    "Someone who knows about the girls' club almost as well as Higashida, the student council

president."  

    Ah~ that's true. As for Shizuku, she should have a fair amount of personal information, as

it's necessary for her to be in that position.  

    But...  

    "...who should I ask about this?"  

    "Natsuru,"  

    Kondou Mikoto added. "That's only natural."  

    "I'm not sure about the president, Natsuru is more suitable."  

    I'm not sure about Shizuku either.  

    After dinner, Kondou Mikoto ran off, yelling "Oh, oh, oh." Was it necessary to be so excited

to meet Ueda Makie?  

    Speaking of that Ueda Makie, I wonder if she's Kämpfer, but together with Nakao Sayaka,

there are already two people. How many more people are there? It would be much easier if

it were just these two.  

    There was still some break time left, and I unknowingly looked up at the building where

construction materials were piled.  

    Only the floor where the books were stored was renovated, and the other floors were still

usable. In other words, the student union office can still be used, and Shizuku is there.  

    I felt uneasy, so I walked into the building again.  

    The first floor was indeed a mess, and there were roadblocks and ropes used at

construction sites telling you "You are not allowed to enter." A couple who are secretly dating

might be happy to have an extra place to meet, but this place is really dange rous.  

    Of course, Sayaka was nowhere to be seen, and I thought a girl had come out when no one

was around.  

    "...Akane?"  

    "Ah...Natsuru."  

    It was Akane. She was struggling to cross the rope.  

    "What are you doing?"  

    "I need to check the collection. A lot of them are unusable after getting wet..."  

    She's a member of the library committee, and rumor has it that she's one of the more

enthusiastic members. From checking the degree of damage to checking the books before

lending them out, everything she does is meticulous and well -organized. As expect ed of

someone who loves books, she's in stark contrast to me, who's content with just about

anything.  

    When Kondou Mikoto and I damaged a ton of books, she almost fainted, mumbling things

like "I hate you, I hate you."  

    "Natsuru is here..."  

    "Uh... no, nothing."  

    Actually, she had something to do upstairs, but that was all for now.  

    "By the way, there's something I want to ask you."  

    "What is it?"  

    "There's a girl named Sayaka Nakao, do you know her?"  

    Akane answered quickly,  

    "I know her... She's from Class 1, right..."  

    "Library committee member?"  

    "Yes, but she's not very enthusiastic... She seems to be doing it as a group. She's a bit

fashionable, and gives people the feeling of a modern girl..."  

    "Really..."  

    It seems that it would be strange if I didn't know her. The difference in personality is

probably due to the relationship before and after the transformation. After all, we are in the

next class, so we can still meet each other... So.  

    "Nakao -san, what's wrong...?"  

    "Nothing."  

    Actually, there are all kinds of things, but I always feel that it's useless to say it at this time.  

    "I heard all the books there are discarded."  

    "I want to keep everything I can, otherwise it would be a shame. But I have to buy a lot of

new books..."  

    She said this while looking at me with hatred. Well, I'm really sorry.  

    "The student union gave us a budget, so I plan to buy new books. I was planning to go to

the bookstore or the municipal library..."  

    Akane looked up at me.  

    "Natsuru... can you come with me?"  

    "Hey, me?"  

    I'm not bragging, but when it comes to the books I've read, they're basically all manga. I

think textbooks are enough for lead characters.  

    I'll also add that even with manga, I'll have forgotten everything after an hour of reading,

so it doesn't take up much brain space. I've read Death Note three times now, and it always

brings me something new. The devil actually likes to eat apples and  so on.  

    "I don't think I can be of much help if I go."  

    "No... Don't worry,"  

    Akane continued with a blush for some reason,  

    "I, I can also learn something if I go with Natsuru... Even if you just watch me choose

books... And if we can have a meal together, I, I will be very happy... right..."  

    The last sentence was too soft to hear clearly.  

    It's either going to a bookstore or a library, what's so fun about that? It's forbidden to read

comics on the spot.  

    "And, and, the books have become like this, uh... Natsuru also has... responsibility..."  

    This hits my weak spot.  

    "Hmm..."  

    "I think, no, people who don't take care of books... will die a bad death..."  

    Is this a threat?  

    "Well, it's okay."  

    "Ah... That's great..."  

    Akane, for some reason, patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. I also breathed a

sigh of relief. I don't want to die a bad death.  

    "Then... Then, can you just wait after school tomorrow...?"  

    "Okay."  

    "Please wait for me in front of the station... Let's go and have a look, two people."  

    Akane emphasized the two of them more than necessary.  

    I said yes to them all, and at the same time the bell rang for the end of the lunch break. I

couldn’t meet Shizuku but forget it, let’s talk about it next time.  

    Akane seemed to be very happy and returned to the women's club.  

    The teacher came immediately after returning to the classroom, so I couldn't talk to

Higashida. In order to solve it as soon as possible, I asked Higashida after the next class.  

    "Ueda Makie."  

    Higashida frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you say you were devoted to Sakura Kaede? It

turns out you asked other girls too. I didn't mean to stop you, but..."  

    "You're still devoted to her now. This has nothing to do with that."  

    "You're also very close to the girl Senonatsuru."  

    "Let's not talk about that guy now. Has anything unusual happened recently?"  

    "Nothing. She seemed to have a lot of fun at the cultural festival, and she also said that

participating in the beauty pageant left her with good memories."  

    This guy's ability to gather intelligence is too terrifying. Why does he even know such

personal feelings?  

    "Um...did you hear that Ueda -san received any dolls or something?"  

    "What kind? Girls usually get dolls, right?"  

    "Yeah, what else do you know?"  

    "Anything else? She's very cheerful and always in a good mood. I heard she was even tried

out by some agency, and I think she has ambitions in that direction. Both her parents work at

a trading company, and she has a younger sister."  

    "Sister?"  

    "She came to the cultural festival too."  

    Really? After all, relatives can come too. As an only child, I felt a bit envious.  

    I casually thanked Higashida, and later he told me about a recommendation from the top

brass of the Bishoujo Research Society, but I ignored him in public.  

    Next up is...ah...the president.  

    Meeting Shizuku is really depressing. If I had to say whether I like her or not, I tend to

dislike her. But this guy never considers my feelings. She even thinks she is much older than

me.

    Let's not meet today. I've been seeing Shizuku a lot lately, and I occasionally want to stay

away from that cold mask.  

    I have to meet Kondou Mikoto. I have to go to the girls' department.  

    After school, I slept through all the classes for the day and ran to the library after class.  

    I transformed after passing the door that separates the boys' and girls' departments. I had

decided not to transform today. This oath thing is unexpectedly fragile.  

    Uh... Kondou Mikoto is in the first -year building. She hasn't gone home yet.  

    There's no need to look for her. She called me just when I was about to run.  

    "Natsuru~"  

    Kondou Mikoto waved her hand,  

    "It's so late, I want to go home first."  

    "It's not late, didn't we just get out of class?"  

    "I'm working according to Brazilian Standard Time."  

    I've never heard of such a reason before.  

    Kondou Mikoto couldn't wait to start talking, this guy is really impatient.  

    "What did Higashida say?"  

    "Well... just some general information, about family members and stuff."  

    "What? Natsuru is so useless, don't you want to make a difference?"  

    "Go talk to Higashida! Even that's pretty detailed. How are things going over there?"  

    "I talked to Ueda."  

    "I know a little bit."  

    "That girl is interesting, she's talkative, and she even gave me snacks."  

    "And then?"  

    "Nothing."  

    Reflexively, she grabbed Kondou Mikoto's neck with both hands.  

    "Go to hell!"  

    "Ah~ What did you do?! A domestic violence man!"  

    "You're the useless one! What's the point of being close to her?"  

    "It doesn't matter. Ueda is cute."  

    What's the point? Let me ask you if you're like that. If I don't kill her right here, she'll

definitely say it's the same as trying to get along with the indigenous people in Africa.  

    "Hey, Natsuru, let me go! You're so strong, Kämpfer!"  

    "That's so annoying! Next time, will you investigate properly?"  

    "Yes, I will, we will!"  

    "Don't lie."  

    I said, letting go. I hadn't used as much force as she said, but Kondou Mikoto deliberately

clutched her neck and coughed.  

    "I thought I was going to die."  

    "How could that be possible?"  

    "I thought I was going to be murdered and then raped."  

    "How could that be possible!"  

    Kondou Mikoto slightly opened the collar of her school uniform.  

    "What did the president say?"  

    "..."

    "Natsuru?"  

    "I didn't ask."  

    Before I could duck, two hands shot to my throat.  

    "You didn't do it properly either!"  

    "I did ask Higashida!"  

    "The president must know more! Are you trying to kill me while pretending to be

innocent?"  

    "You... Hey, you can't breathe..."  

    "Go to hell!"  

    This woman's men showed no mercy. Ten fingers in total dug into my neck with incredible

force. Uwaaaaaaa.  

    "Stop it, stop it, idiot!"  

    "Choose between dying or apologizing to me!"  

    Neither made sense. My vision started to blur and the back of my head started to feel

numb.  

    "Apologize, apologize."  

    "Really!?"  

    "No, but I'll ask."  

    No matter how I said sorry, it was too unreasonable.  

    Kondou Mikoto let go of her hands, her eyes were terrifying. Although not as fierce as

Akane after her transformation, why am I surrounded by women like this?  

    "Then you go ask the president?"  

    "Yes, tomorrow."  

    "...If you don't ask, I won't cook for you anymore."  

    "Forget about curry for now."  

    My mouth was filled with the taste of spices. Am I an old traveling merchant?  

    Kondou Mikoto snorted and turned her head away blatantly.  

    "You should also investigate Ueda -san."  

    "If you do, everything will be fine. We even made plans to go play next time."  

    What? Are you doing what you're supposed to do?  

    "So, you should check before I go out, okay? Got it?!"  

    "Got it!"  

    Damn it, the more serious she gets, the angrier she gets.  

    Is that enough for Kondou Mikoto? She crossed her arms and nodded.  

    "Yeah, you're such a good girl. I'll cook for you today, too."  

    "What?"  

    "Curry."  

    "No way!"  

    My house isn't a curry shop. Thanks to Kondou Mikoto, the two pots are full of curry, and

the freezer is full of frozen curry.  

    "You want something else? I'll make something else."  

    "Not ramen, right?"  

    "How did you know?"  

    Those are the only two dishes you have. I did bring some cooked food once, a long time

ago, but it was ready -made.  

    After rejecting her, not formally, but rather rudely, Kondou Mikoto pouted openly,  

    "Do you really hate my cooking?"  

    "It's not that I hate it, it's that I'm tired of it."  

    "That's outrageous! Don't you have any other explanation?"  

    "You'd get sick of eating curry or ramen all the time!"  

    "Then I won't cook for you today."  

    That was just what I wanted; I was already missing microwave fried rice.  

    "I'll never cook for you again."  

    "I won't force you."  

    "...You can have Akane cook for you."  

    "That's fine,"  

    I replied honestly. Suddenly, Kondou Mikoto glared at me.  

    "Idiot!"  

    Are you calling me a fool again?  

    Kondou Mikoto turned her back on me, screamed "Go to hell!" and ran away. As expected

of the woman who boasted about her persistent training to evade the Border Patrol. She was

gone from my sight in an instant.  

    But why run? I will probably never understand what that guy is thinking.  

    I touched my throat and started on the way home.  

    The transformation was lifted a long time ago, but my throat was still sore because of

Kondou Mikoto's ultimate move. She has nothing to do with the word "show mercy".  

    The days are getting longer and it's still bright outside. Although it was dark in front of my

eyes for a moment.  

    I wanted to buy something at the supermarket to take home, but gave up in the end. The

curry in the refrigerator is piled up like a mountain. Although some of it has frozen, there is

still some in the pot. The curry came as fast as Usain Bolt, and it h as to be reduced as much

as possible.  

    I got home, and oh, why is the room light on again?  

    It happened once before, and it was Akane who was in the room. It seems like I forgot to

lock the door, but it always makes me uneasy when it happens. My awareness of crime

prevention is not good.  

    I thought it was probably Akane again, so I took off my shoes and walked to my room.  

    "Akane..."  

    I couldn't say the rest.  

    Oh, I was really shocked. The person in the room was not Akane.  

    It was Shizuku, the president of the student union.  

    "For a boy's room, it's still quite tidy."  

    Shizuku said so when she saw me. You caught me off guard, and my mouth opened like a

hippopotamus.  

    "..."

    "What's wrong? Did you forget Japanese?"  

    I didn't forget it, but I forgot how to speak.  

    "It's not good to have such an attitude towards visitors."  

    "...You are not a visitor!"  

    I finally called out. Trespassing doesn't count as a visit, and people I know are no

exception.  

    "How did you get in? Wasn't the door locked?"  

    "Now that you mention it, it was locked. You have good sense of crime prevention."  

    Why do you say that so indifferently? So, how did you open it? Hey,  

    Akane used to do that too, but this time it was Shizuku. Just walking into someone else's

house makes me feel like a thief. Where has women's sense of morality gone lately? Do they

lose all kinds of things after becoming Kämpfer?  

    Shizuku is not wearing a school uniform but casual clothes. Not black like last time, but

bright colors. The scary thing is that just this makes her elegance increase by 50%. Shizuku is

elegant? You are kidding.  

    Seeing as she'd changed her clothes, could she have left school before me? Anyway, where

does this woman live? Come to think of it, I know nothing about this guy's private life.  

    "What are you doing here?"  

    "Sit down."  

    Why should I be ordered around in my own home? Of course I'll sit.  

    Sitting cross -legged in my school uniform. I was hoping to avoid seeing you today, but all

that has gone to waste.  

    "It seems like you were planning to see me at noon, but then decided not to, so now

you're helpless."  

    How did you know? Are you a psychic? Regardless of whether I'm helpless or not, I'll

change the subject.  

    "What are you doing here?"  

    "Did you eat yesterday's meal?"  

    "Yes, I tried to eat all three meals a day...ah."  

    Speaking of which, there was a meal made for me by this person in front of me at the

entrance yesterday. Uh... I remember it was a French stew and a salad. Since my diet is full of

curry, I think it tastes quite good.  

    "That's good, take care of yourself."  

    What are you worried about me?  

    "Kondou Mikoto cooks for me, so I don't have to worry about my diet."  

    "...?"  

    Just a little bit, Shizuku's expression felt a little heavy. Hey, hey, didn't you hear what I said.  

    "She said she was a childhood sweetheart and often cooks for me. Although it's always

curry. Akane also cooks for me occasionally."  

    "..."

    "It's quite delicious"  

    There was no response so I added. Whether she understood or not is unclear. It is difficult

to get any information from Shizuku's expression.  

    "So what is your purpose in coming here?"  

    "You took a shower at Sakura Kaede's yesterday, right?"  

    Are we finally getting to the point? It's been so long.  

    "What's wrong with taking a shower?"  

    "I took this while you were in the shower."  

    Shizuku took out the dirty doll of the Burning Lion. And it was the one that was placed at

Sakura Kaede's house.  

    "...Hey, isn't this the one that Sakura Kaede treasures very much!?"  

    "Yes"  

    What "yes"? You didn't take this, you took it yourself. I was wondering why you made me

go to the bathroom, and it turned out to be just for this. You must have taken it when Sakura

Kaede and Akane were arguing in the dressing room, don't you feel guil ty?

    "Sakura Kaede treasures this, so I wonder if it is the key to something."  

    Shizuku put the doll on her index finger and turned it around, her hands were really

skillful.  

    "My electric cat doesn't know, but that kid's motto is 'There are things I don't know too.'"  

    "What a useless doll."  

    "So I thought about Seno -san's dirty doll."  

    And then trespassing? Women's mobility is really scary.  

    I looked at the table, and the silent Saburo shuddered.  

    "It's this kid."  

    Shizuku stared at Saburo.  

    "Hello."  

    "Hello..."  

    Saburo made a quiet and fragrant sound. Trembling.  

    "You haven't said anything since I entered the room. Why?"  

    "This or that..."  

    "You were looking at me from above when I brought the food."  

    "Yes..."  

    Saburo was completely terrified. It's just a doll, but it's useless. Well, I would cry if Shizuku

threatened me.  

    "It shouldn't be a big deal if I say something."  

    "That's too rude."  

    "Oh, I don't care. Are you planning to monitor my actions?"  

    "No, no."  

    Seppuku Tiger desperately denied it. He shook his head desperately within a very small

range of motion.  

    "Really? That's good."  

    Shizuku showed it the Burning Lion.  

    "Do you know this doll?"  

    Seppuku Tiger took the Burning Lion with a serious look in his eyes. He was doing exactly

what Shizuku said. It seemed that the conversation just now had a pretty good effect.  

    "The Burning Lion... well. It's from the series before the dirty doll."  

    "You're very knowledgeable."  

    "If I have to say something... well"  

    Seppuku Tiger's eyes sharpened - this was just my subjective feeling, his eyes changed.  

    "This, it's alive."  

    "Huh!?"  

    It was me who shouted.  

    "By being alive, do you mean it has the same functions as your messenger!?"  

    "You make it sound like a mobile phone service, well, that's it."  

    "It doesn't talk."  

    "It can talk, but it might fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. By human standards,

it's an old man over eighty years old."  

    The Seppuku Tiger tapped the Burning Lion with its very short front legs. As a spell, it's

really simple.  

    Suddenly, a sound of air escaping from the Burning Lion's mouth came out. I was startled.  

    "Ouch!"  

    "Just a deep breath. It's probably because you haven't spoken for a long time that you

don't know how to speak."  

    The Seppuku Tiger soothed me in a quiet voice, just like Nobita.  

    "Ah...ah...uh...ah..."  

    The Burning Lion spoke, huh? It was rather awkward, like someone dubbing for foreign

films.  

    "Ah... this is..."  

    "Here,"  

    Shizuku said just as Seraphim was about to explain the situation when she grabbed the

Burning Lion.  

    "No need to explain in detail. Do you know who you are?"  

    "I do..."  

    Oh, now she's speaking properly.  

    "Do you know who I am?"  

    "The red Kämpfer..."  

    "Good answer. It seems you're just not talking, and you haven't been sleeping either."  

    Shizuku placed the doll on the table so Seraphim and I could see it.  

    "Then tell me, are you a mediator?"  

    "No."  

    "What's that? The first messenger?"  

    "Something like that."  

    The Burning Lion coughed. Is my room really that dusty?  

    "What is the purpose of having us transform?"  

    "..."

    "Don't tell me you don't know."  

    "To fight..."  

    Shizuku's concise question was met with a concise answer. But even I know this.  

    "Why fight? What's the purpose? You're not going to tell me that the claws of the invaders

of the earth are reaching out to us, are you?"  

    "..."

    "No silence."  

    Shizuku's wristband flashed, and she transformed in an instant. A broken sword appeared

on her right hand and nailed it into the neck of the Burning Lion.  

    "How does it feel to be beheaded?"  

    She threatened the doll mercilessly. I don't know if it will die after being cut off, but the

Burning Lion's eyes began to move brown, so it must be injured.  

    "I'll tell you,"  

    the puppet said in a panic.  

    "If you don't fight, it'll be difficult."  

    "We can handle it easily."  

    "A mediator probably won't be easy."  

    "What kind of mediator are you talking about? A human?"  

    "Let Kämpfer fight... Uh, I know what you mean. 'Why', huh? What about a mediator...

well, they're not from this world,"  

    the Burning Lion continued, coughing like an old man. What he said was more detached

from reality than surprising.  

    In a world far, far away (as the puppet described it), two forces are engaged in an endless

struggle. Because the fighting is so frequent and both sides are suffering, a neutral mediator

is created.  

    The mediator devised a solution to the conflict: a duel between representatives. The victor

in the duel became the victor of that world.  

    To ensure fairness, the representative wasn't from that world. So the mediator recruited

residents of the other world —high school students from Earth —to transform them into

Kämpfers, dividing them into red and blue factions to fight.  

    "What the hell?"  

    I said.  

    "So we're fighting a proxy war for someone else?"  

    "That's right."  

    "Asshole!"  

    I shoved the Burning Lion, and the doll rolled.  

    "You're just talking nonsense. It doesn't matter!"  

    "It matters. Only those chosen by the mediator can become Kämpfer. Age and other

things..."  

    "Your nonsense makes it difficult for us to transform. Thanks to him, I'm a woman now."  

    "That's true. Fighting in that world is a woman's job, and men are responsible for

supporting."  

    "What the hell."  

    I roughly understand the reason, but I've been transformed into a woman. Alas, it's very

troublesome.  

    Are we going to fight for a world we have never seen or heard of? Why don't the gangs just

fight each other? I just want to develop my relationship with Sakura Kaede.  

    Shizuku grabbed the Burning Lion.  

    "Are you serious?"  

    "Really."  

    "Is this the reason we're fighting?"  

    "Well... well, I'm a little sleepy."  

    "Hmph..."  

    Shizuku stared at the doll.  

    When this woman does this, a cold breeze like dry ice will blow. I wonder if this woman

was a drift ice in her previous life.  

    "Then, are you the mediator?"  

    "No, the mediator ordered me to become like this."  

    "I want to ask a few more questions."  

    Shizuku raised the Burning Lion over her sight.  

    "Why are we fighting?"  

    "Eh..."  

    "No matter what, there's no need to turn high school students into Kämpfer. Self -Defense

Force members can also be used. I want to know the reason for choosing high school

students. Why?"  

    The Burning Lion stopped talking.  

    Shizuku picked up its legs and swung them two or three times, but there was no response.  

    "It fell asleep."  

    She put it on the ground.  

    "Let's leave it at that for today."  

    This guy is very calm. Even if the doll plays dumb (actually it fell asleep), she won't get

angry. Although I don't know what she's thinking inside.  

    She looked at her watch. I bought a new clock after breaking the one in the room, but it

doesn't seem very good. It's fast and slow every ten minutes.  

    "Seno -san hasn't eaten yet."  

    "Yeah, I'm starving."  

    I didn't buy anything to eat, and Shizuku was there. Suddenly, I started interrogating the

Burning Lion, and I couldn't leave.  

    "Can I borrow the kitchen?"  

    "Huh?"  

    Shizuku's eyebrows wrinkled obviously.  

    "I mean, I'll make dinner for you."  

    "Why?"  

    "You must be hungry."  

    "Yeah..."  

    "Okay then."  

    It's fine, um, I have no problem at all.  

    But why? I was also wary of "whether the food was poisoned" yesterday. I even went out

of my way to cook at someone else's house.  

    Shizuku went to the kitchen, and I felt an inexplicable chill.  

    "Oh... that person is really powerful."  

    said the Seppuku Tiger. This guy is just a bystander.  

    "Hey, do you know what the Burning Lion said?"  

    "I don't know, it's the first time I heard of it."  

    "Really?"  

    "Really"  

    doesn't sound like a lie. What a useless doll, the performance of the electronic dictionary is

better than yours.  

    "But... Natsuru classmate is really popular."  

    What is the Seppuku Tiger talking about, popular? I still drink spicy food.  

    "Improving the food treatment is out of the question."  

    "Huh? That's not what I mean..."  

    "Compared to that... maybe it would be better for me to run away?"  

    "What do you mean?"  

    "The president, is she mixing poisonous gas or something..."  

    It's still unclear what that dark and sinister woman is planning, but it's definitely not a

good thing. I have a bad feeling.  

    "...Heh"  

    Did you hear that? This guy just now, he was just a doll, but he laughed with his nose.  

    "Natsuru, can't you just accept things honestly?"  

    "I've always been honest."  

    "How about you say that to the president?"  

    said Seppuku Tiger, smiling at me like I was a fool.  

    When I walked downstairs, I heard a sound coming from the kitchen, and Shizuku stuck her

head out.  

    I couldn't help but be stunned. The apron on Shizuku looked strangely suitable. I originally

thought it was just prejudice that someone with a model figure like Shizuku wasn't suited to

wearing an apron.  

    "What's wrong?"  

    "No... nothing."  

    "There's so much curry."  

    "I'm wondering if I should immigrate to India."  

    "Curry udon, okay? You want to spend some money, too."  

    "Sure," I told her. So she has that skill, but Shizuku is making curry udon. Don't you care

about your image? I thought you specialized in French cuisine.  

    Shizuku worked methodically. Wow, she even made her own seasoning? She's serious.  

    Are they using cooking wine and soy sauce? I remember Akane brought it over and put it

in the refrigerator. Should I tell her? It's just a no -brainer.  

    And so it was done. This guy is really quick.  

    "Please"  

    "Uh... thank you..."  

    The food was placed on the table, ah, there was bibimbap, and barley tea. It felt like going

to a noodle shop at lunchtime, so we took a seat.  

    Preface omitted. Eat. It's delicious, super delicious. I don't know what kind of technique is

required to make curry udon, but it's delicious with no bones. I'm really sorry. I don't know

why, but I just want to apologize.  

    Shizuku was also eating her own portion, it was a strange sight. Does she like to eat these?

By the way, she was eating pork cutlet rice last time.  

    "...Seno -san"  

    "Hmm~?"  

    "What do you think of what I said just now?"  

    It was the Burning Lion who said just now.  

    "It shouldn't be... just nonsense, right? Well, if it's a story like that, it must be true."  

    "I don't think so."  

    "Why?"  

    "It's such a ridiculous story, I can't believe it right away. Although it shouldn't be lying."  

    "You're contradicting yourself."  

    You clearly don't believe it, but you're saying it's not lying. What's the connection?  

    "There's no mention of Sakura Kaede in it."  

    "It doesn't matter."  

    I don't want Sakura Kaede to have anything to do with this. I can't let her get involved in

such a worldview.  

    "But it should be related. The Burning Lion is Sakura Kaede's thing, and when we become

Kämpfer, we'll definitely have the dirty doll with us."  

    "Hey, you're not going to say Sakura Kaede is Kämpfer, are you?"  

    "No, maybe I'm the mediator."  

    Uh.

    How could Sakura Kaede be the mediator? How could such a pure person be such a filthy

existence. Although the fact that the mediator is filthy is just my own imagination.  

    "Are you serious?"  

    "That's normal. Of course, I just thought about it a moment ago. But there is no doubt that

Sakura Kaede is related to this. Maybe that world was derived from her mind. It is possible

that the comic plot she imagined became the blueprint."  

    "I don't understand what you are talking about."  

    "So, the reason for our fight may be Sakura Kaede."  

    "Then... is Sakura Kaede still related to Kämpfer and the mediator?"  

    "Probably."  

    "But Sakura Kaede doesn't have a deeper relationship with this... probably."  

    I explained to Shizuku.  

    Sakura Kaede is pure, innocent, beautiful... These are what I always say, and I also added a

pacifist. She must really dislike fighting; she couldn't possibly create a world where fighting is

the only thing. While I have a bit of a girlish dream, it's not a delusion. In other words, she's a

world away from being a mediator. And then there's literature; Sakura Kaede must be

interested in literature.  

    After hearing this, a certain woman, a friend of Sakura Kaede's, was left feeling helpless.  

    "What is this?"  

    "My ideal classmate Sakura Kaede"  

    "Do you have too many dreams about girls?"  

    "They're not dreams!"  

    "Sakura Kaede's dreams are all about dirty dolls. She has yuri tendencies, you've

experienced that yourself, she's quite curious and likes it. The manga magazine she often

reads is Shonen Jump, which is about post -YY gay stories. It's very different fr om literature,

she hasn't read Rilke's poetry."  

    "Ouch, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it!"  

    I covered my ears and fell on the table. I don't want this. Sakura Kaede can't read boys'

manga and imagine the bad relationships between male characters. Shizuku is lying, I won't

be fooled by you.  

    "Even elementary school students wouldn't have such fantasies these days."  

    "It's not a fantasy, it's a hope!"  

    "I can only say that your preference for women is a little strange."  

    How rude of you! There's nothing wrong with admiring Sakura Kaede.  

    "I'm not the only one who likes Sakura Kaede. Almost all the boys in Seitetsu have that."  

    "Having strange fantasies is bad."  

    "I told you it's not a fantasy!"  

    "Give up on Sakura Kaede and find another girl."  

    "Stop joking."  

    Having an interest in a girl other than Sakura Kaede? Even jokes should be done within

limits. While there are many beautiful and lovely girls, this is meaningless. There's a rift

between Sakura Kaede and the other girls, like the Mariana Trench.  

    Yet, it seems like Shizuku treats me like a fool.  

    "Seno -san isn't so much insensitive as she is clueless. No wonder she's so bad at kissing."  

    I felt my cheeks getting hot when she suddenly said that.  

    "Does that matter?"  

    "It does. If you think about the other person, you'll be good at kissing."  

    "There's no need to bring up that now."  

    "That kind of thing? Kissing someone younger than me is a good experience for me."  

    "For me, it was an accident. It was rape. It was rape. Pay for mental damages."  

    I emphasized that I was very angry, but Shizuku remained unmoved.  

    "Then if I really pushed you down, what would Seno -san say in court?"  

    Shizuku's chair moved.  

    "Wow, no, no, no."  

    For a moment, I really thought I was going to be raped. How should I put it, she looked like

she was serious. It was the same thing when she ripped my lip off. She never gives any

warning, so it's hard to guard against her.  

    "That was just a joke."  

    "Come on, I'll be even more embarrassed to face Sakura Kaede if you keep doing this. Stop

sullying me and preserve my manly innocence."  

    "...You guys are really helpless, aren't you?"  

    She looked like she wanted to say more, but I had no idea what she was saying. I just

understood she was speechless.  

    "Akane and Kondou Mikoto are so pitiful."  

    "Really?"  

    "Me too."  

    She kept saying some strange things. This guy's specialty is making random, meaningless

remarks that leave me completely confused. How could I possibly be fooled by you? Long live

Sakura Kaede.  

    I ate the rest of my curry udon roughly, and the conversation stopped.  

    "By the way, President, do you know a freshman named Ueda Makie?"  

    "Yeah, she's in a beauty pageant, right?"  

    "That girl looks a bit like Kämpfer, who attacked us at Sakura Kaede's house..."  

    Shizuku paused for a moment, probably searching her memory.  

    "Really?"  

    "I'm not sure, but Kondou Mikoto said they look alike."  

    "I respect Kondou Mikoto's observation skills, but are they really that similar?"  

    The president couldn't make a definitive statement, or perhaps she didn't make a

definitive statement because she wasn't sure.  

    "And there's that second -year girl named Sayaka Nakao."  

    "She's the library committee member."  

    Sure enough, they know.  

    "What's wrong with that girl? Her tastes are so different from Seno -san's."  

    "No..."  

    "It's Kämpfer."  

    I haven't said anything yet, but Shizuku seems to be convinced. Oh no, I thought I was just

showing off, how could I have given away anything?  

    "Now there are two of us."  

    "I haven't said anything about that girl Nakao."  

    "It's Kämpfer, right? Boring prefaces will only waste time."  

    It's impossible to hide anything in front of this guy without being seen through. This is

unbearable. Could she know where I have erotic books hidden in the room upstairs?  

    "I don't know how many there are in total, but they're starting to appear before our eyes."  

    "Isn't it because Kämpfer attracts Kämpfer?"  

    "Even so, it's a little too fast. Could there be another reason?"  

    I took a sip of the udon soup.  

    "What?"  

    "Are they going to destroy us?"  

    "...Really?"  

    "Just a guess."  

    "Then even in the future..."  

    I was halfway through when there was a sudden loud noise at the entrance, bang bang

bang, like a party in the Edo period.  

    "Natsuru~ you're there, right? Check the door~!"  

    Wow, it's Kondou Mikoto. Didn't you say you weren't coming tonight? What's going on?  

    "If you don't respond, I'll go in myself~!"  

    Forget that. Even if the entrance was chained, she'd easily cut through it. She might even

break in through the window.  

    I glanced at Shizuku, eating and dancing calmly, and I couldn't let her go out through the

back door.  

    Just when I was about to unlock the door, it opened by itself. How fast are you?  

    "I'm coming~"  

    Kondou Mikoto took off her shoes and wanted to come up, I stood in front of her as if

nothing had happened.  

    "Hey, hey... didn't you say you wouldn't come?"  

    "Yes~ But I thought you were having a hard time, so I came."  

    "This..."  

    "Since you haven't eaten properly, I'll make you a good meal."  

    "Curry again..."  

    "Don't get me wrong, as a childhood friend, I have an obligation to care about your health.

So I cook for you, no other reason."  

    I've never heard of such an obligation, and your dish is always curry. And now...  

    Kondou Mikoto came up and walked past me.  

    "Hey, don't be so casual...!"  

    "This is like my home."  

    What nonsense. This is my home, or rather my dad's home. Hey, don't go there, don't go.  

    "I'll make seafood curry tonight..."  

    Kondou Mikoto stopped walking after entering the living room.  

    "...President?"  

    "Welcome."  

    Shizuku sat on a chair and drank barley tea calmly. It seemed that she had finished her

curry udon.  

    Kondou Mikoto stood stiffly, with her mouth half open. Her face turned red, then green,

and occasionally yellow, just like a traffic light.  

    "...Why are you in this house!"  

    "I'm confused too if you ask why. I'm also puzzled as to why Kondou Mikoto is here."  

    "We're childhood sweethearts! This is common knowledge in Japan!"  

    "I've never heard of it."  

    Shizuku's tone did not waver, and she was as courageous as ever. On the other side,

Kondou Mikoto was like a volcano before erupting.  

    "Natsuru!"  

    "Yes, yes."  

    "Did you let the president into the house?"  

    "I didn't mean to let her in..."  

    She came in on her own, and how she managed to get in is still unknown.  

    Kondou Mikoto's eyebrows twitched. This guy looked quite cute when she was angry, but

now the sense of oppression was even stronger.  

    "What? The president was obviously at Natsuru's and you still let me in? Did you do it on

purpose?"  

    "You came in on your own..."  

    "Then stop me."  

    There's no point in stopping me - I wanted to say this but didn't say it out loud. Because

this guy's hand had already stretched out to strangle my neck.  

    It happened once during the day, but this time it was real, or it was very hard. Wow, it

hurts.  

    "Idiot, stop it!"  

    "Will you please stop calling me an idiot!"  

    Why is she so angry? Is she a member of the legendary underground club "The Club that

protects the holy Shizuku -sama and kills everyone who gets close to her"? Is there really such

a club? I thought it was just an urban legend.  

    My brain started to go numb from lack of oxygen, but Shizuku was still sipping barley tea.  

    Kondou Mikoto was furious.  

    "President, what is your purpose!"  

    "Please sit down!"  

    Shizuku knocked on the table.  

    "...I would sit down even without you telling me!"  

    Kondou Mikoto threw me aside and sat down roughly. Ah~ It hurts.  

    It became a situation where a very angry woman and a very relaxed woman were

confronting each other.  

    "What are you doing here!"  

    Kondou Mikoto yelled.  

    "Where's Kondou Mikoto?"  

    "I'm here to cook."  

    "Me too,"  

    Shizuku said after a pause.  

    "What a coincidence."  

    Kondou Mikoto finally seethed, her mouth hanging open.  

    "Why would the president do this! What are you feeding Natsuru? Poison? Poison! You're

trying to poison Natsuru, with arsenic!"  

    What are you talking about? This is incitement to murder, aren't you? You're trying to kill

me?  

    Shizuku didn't even manage a wry smile; she remained calm.  

    "Arsenic will be discovered soon."  

    "Then use muscle relaxants."  

    "I don't have any."  

    "I'll get it for you from the underworld! What else is your purpose?!"  

    "So you're here to cook?"  

    "Really? Cooking?"  

    Kondou Mikoto stared at the bowls on the table, her eyes shifting back and forth between

the table and the kitchen several times.  

    "...Curry udon?"  

    "Hmm, is that the curry that Kondou Mikoto made?"  

    "I made it, so don't just use it!"  

    "There's so much, Seno -san can't finish it all."  

    I agree with that; it really can't be finished. I even think curry udon is a good idea.  

    "Why curry udon? You can also make curry rice, curry ice cream, or curry bread!"  

    "Those are all things you can't make with too much curry."  

    "If you have a curry soul, you can find a way!"  

    "Impossible."  

    "Of course! Curry is a food culture that Japan is proud of..."  

    "You want to talk to me about curry?"  

    At this moment, Kondou Mikoto suddenly realized and sat back down.  

    "...Natsuru, you sit down too."  

    I was just thinking about how to escape this scene when I was forced to take a seat.  

    Being thrown into a crowd of women is really disorienting. Especially since one of them is

furious. I really want to run to the second floor and hide under the covers, pretending I know

nothing.  

    It seems like Kondou Mikoto won't allow me to do that. What a cold woman she is. She

glared at me to show her control.  

    "Let's get back to the point. Why are you at the Natsuru family?"  

    "The answer is the same: I'm here to cook."  

    "So why are you the president? What's the reason?!"  

    "Ah!"  

    Shizuku rested her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hands.  

    "Do you want to hear it?"  

    "..."

    Kondou Mikoto's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish starved of oxygen. Did this guy

even understand what she just said? I was completely confused.  

    "...I don't want to hear it."  

    "I want to hear it."  

    I raised my hand slightly to ask for clarification, but Kondou Mikoto grabbed it and forcibly

let it go.  

    "Behave yourself!"  

    Then Kondou Mikoto waited for Shizuku,  

    "Why are you staring at this idiot?"  

    "You can also tell this to Kondou -san."  

    "We're childhood friends, so it's okay!"  

    "Well, since I'm the student council president, I can."  

    Hmm? I don't know the reason, but it seems like I've been left out since then. And from

the conversation, I can tell they think I'm an idiot. Women are such cruel creatures.  

    "Student council president is such a benefit! Natsuru is a masochist, so he's weak against

women of status!"  

    "That's good information, it could be useful."  

    "Tsk..."  

    Shizuku poured Kondou Mikoto some barley tea.  

    "Please, you must be thirsty."  

    "...You're so considerate, it makes me mad,"  

    Kondou Mikoto complained, finishing the barley tea.  

    After she finished drinking, Shizuku said,  

    "Anyway, let's put the matter of Seno aside for now."  

    "Why put it aside?"  

    "I came to Seno's house for another reason."  

    Shizuku used this as a preface to tell Kondou Mikoto what the Burning Lion said, without

hiding anything or lying. She explained everything I had just experienced.  

    The more Shizuku talked, the less angry Kondou Mikoto looked, and curiosity replaced it.  

    "...Is this the reason for our fight?"  

    "I heard so, but I don't think that's the whole story."  

    "Hey~ That's really strange."  

    My childhood sweetheart sighed, crossing her arms. Maybe because she has seen all kinds

of wonders in the world, she is not shaken by this.  

    "But it's unforgivable that you let us fight without caring about anything."  

    "I made my own curry udon, and I hope you can forgive me."  

    "This is so annoying!"  

    Kondou Mikoto's expression was painful, while Shizuku sneered. I always felt that the

difference in their mental state was greater than their age difference.  

    Suddenly, Kondou Mikoto looked at me.  

    "Hey, Natsuru, have you asked the president about Ueda -san?"  

    "Almost."  

    Although I was still vague, I asked Shizuku again. Although I stopped asking after asking

about the beginning, I think she basically understood, so I didn't ask too much.  

    The student council president sipped her barley tea a little and said,  

    "It's possible that Ueda -san is a Kämpfer, but it doesn't look like it."  

    "I think she looks like her, but Natsuru doesn't believe it. This guy also said 'no' to the UFO

disc. I want to show him what I encountered in the New Mexico wilderness."  

    Wait, what is this? Have you experienced something really scary?  

    "Sakura Kaede distributed a lot of dirty dolls, so it's not surprising that Kämpfers appeared

among the beauty pageant contestants, or it's very likely. The same is true for Nakao -san."  

    "What?"  

    I explained what happened in the library from the side.  

    After hearing this, Kondou Mikoto felt very upset for some reason.  

    "Wait a minute, Natsuru, you were doing this before lunch with me, why did you hide what

happened to Nakao -san from me?"  

    "Didn't I say I would tell you, and now I'm telling you."  

    "What? You told the president just like that?"  

    I thought it was nothing, but is it something?  

    Was Kondou Mikoto mad? She turned away without looking at me and asked Shizuku.  

    "President, do you know anything about those two people?"  

    "I don't know students' privacy to that extent. Higashida -san probably knows more details.

But, by the way, Ueda -san is attending school as usual and is very energetic."  

    "I thought she was pretty normal when I met her..."  

    Kondou Mikoto muttered. I didn't go to the girls' club so I had no idea.  

    "I thought it was Ueda -san."  

    "How subtle."  

    "I'm going to play with Ueda -san tomorrow."  

    "Wow, you're quick,"  

    Shizuku exclaimed, a rare sight. Befriending strangers is Kondou Mikoto's specialty.  

    "I'm going to find out all sorts of things."  

    "Reliable."  

    "Because Natsuru doesn't work."  

    "Hey,"  

    it's really strange that my color is blue, Shizuku and Kondou Mikoto are red, and now we're

not fighting at all, but talking at the same table.  

    I think they think the same thing. After hearing what the Burning Lion said, they don't

want to fight even if they're just being angry. Shizuku isn't the only one who doesn't like

being manipulated by people she can't see. I also have self -esteem and h uman rights.  

    "Hey, Natsuru, are you meeting Ueda -san tomorrow, too?"  

    "Why should I? That seems awkward."  

    "It's a chance to confirm."  

    "Well, let's just forget it."  

    I have to go shopping with Akane tomorrow, and I can't split my time between them.  

    "You'll have something to talk about on your own, right?"  

    "That's true."  

    This guy's adventure stories are endless, and most people would be fascinated by them.

It's unlikely that anyone would have the experience of searching for diamonds while

engaging in a gunfight with guerrillas in Africa.  

    "How about I go?"  

    "Huh, President?"  

    Kondou Mikoto said in surprise.  

    "I won't go with you, otherwise Ueda -san will be surprised. I'll just observe from the dark."  

    "This kind of thing..."  

    "Then can I come to Seno -san's house to cook tomorrow instead of Kondou -san?"  

    "No, you come with me."  

    Kondou Mikoto said hastily. I didn't care.  

    In the end, the two of them decided to check on this first -year student whom I didn't

know. It seemed like they were planning a meeting or something, but I didn't listen.  

    I was going out with Akane and couldn't say I was free. I didn't tell these two people about

this. I thought it didn't matter if I didn't tell them, and I always felt that nothing good would

happen if I told them.  

    Although there was no basis for it.  

Translator's Notes

This chapter was translated from the Chinese translation of the original Japanese text.

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