Maria-sama ga Miteru:Volume15 Chapter2

Everything Prepared?

Part 1

The wide, blue sky enveloped them, like Maria-sama's soul.

When the weather cleared up perfectly like this, especially after times of rain, it led to spontaneous exclamations of, "It's our reward for good behavior," and, "It's because Maria-sama likes us." Especially at a Catholic girls' school.

At any rate, after all manner of things had happened, fine weather greeted them for the day of the Lillian Girls' Academy High-School Athletics Festival.

"Gym uniform, check. Lunchbox, check. Alright, I'm heading out."

After doing her final check in the entrance, she was just about to head out. But upon hearing her farewell:

"Ahh, Yumi-chan."

Someone called out to stop her.

"What is it? If you're after the invitation, I gave that to mom yesterday."

She responded with an answer to what she thought was the question, but it turned out to be something different.

"How do I look? Is this okay?"

Her father looked down at her uneasily, standing at the edge of the entrance way, wearing a cream polo shirt. In his hands he held a number of other outfits, that he had apparently been unable to decide between.

"That's fine, isn't it? It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter? Take a proper look, and pick which one would be best."

The range spread from well worn clothes to brand new ones. Just how many pieces of clothing had made the final cut? Ah, when she looked closer, she saw some of Yuuki's clothes mixed in there too.

"You know, it's just your daughter's athletics festival. There's no need for you to put on a fashion show."

It was Sunday.

Her father didn't have to go to work today, so he'd decided to come and watch the athletics festival. But he was getting a bit carried away.

"But I don't want to look bad compared to the other fathers … wouldn't you be embarrassed if I stuck out like a sore thumb? Especially since you're Rosa Chinensinth's little sister."

"… It's Chinensis."

He was probably getting it confused with hyacinth. They were both pretty flowers, but completely different plants.

"Please, Yumi-chan."

It looked like he was overthinking it and had completely confused himself. At any rate, he probably wouldn't be satisfied if she picked one immediately, so Yumi hesitated for a moment before choosing.

"Then, the polo shirt you've got in your right hand. Green suits you, dad. Plus I'm on the green team, so it'll be a lucky color. Probably."

There wasn't really anything wrong with the cream polo shirt he was wearing, but there wasn't any reason to choose it either. By offering up some sort of explanation, her dad would feel better about wearing the shirt.

"Okay, I see … but is it alright to not wear a suit?"

A charcoal gray suit was draped over his left arm. That might be the best choice if this was "Parent's Day" at school.

"Dad. The athletics festival is a sports meet. Casual clothes are better for cheering her on, don't you think?"

Yuuki said, yawning as he arrived, then took the suit from their father's hand. While he was at it, he spotted his clothes, and took them too.

"Well, you see, your father's heart is burning with a secret rivalry with Sachiko-sama's father."

Even her mother joined the conversation, lured in by the noise in the entrance.

"But Sachiko-sama's family isn't going to be there."

Previously, her mom had been so panicked about Yumi getting invited to the Ogasawara family's villa that she'd caused the Koshihikari scandal. The reason for her current strange calmness was because she knew this beforehand.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? Sorry about that."

Mom said, smiling openly. Then, without a moment's delay, Yumi followed it up with:

"They're going to a relative's wedding."

"… Well, it is Sunday."

With all tension suddenly gone, her father turned around and walked down the hallway, to return the clothes he was carrying to the closet. Yumi called out to her younger brother, who was following their father.

"How about you, Yuuki? Are you coming?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why not? Because I've got other plans to go out."

He left after this curt answer.

" … So he says, but he's actually embarrassed. He~y. I've made lunch for you too, Yuuki, so I'll leave it here and you can eat it at lunchtime."

Her brother's response of, "Okay," came from further in the house. He was going to have lunch at home … so that must mean his explanation of going out was just a made up excuse.

Looking at her quietly chuckling mother, Yumi was impressed. She'd known exactly what her husband and son were thinking.

"But still…"

Was a girls' school athletics festival really that embarrassing?

"Boys his age have a delicate mentality … it seems you don't yet understand that, Yumi-chan."

"Uhh."

On top of that, she'd read her daughter's mind. She was not someone to be taken lightly.

"It's good that you're enthusiastic, but don't injure yourself. Winning is secondary. The athletics festival isn't over until you return home."

"Isn't that for school excursions?"

"The same theory applies here."

Yumi's mother saw her off with a smile.

"Take care. We'll come and watch you later."

"Yep. I'm off."

Yumi responded energetically, then headed outside.

She took a deep breath of the clear air.

Winning is secondary.

But what if there was a penalty hinging on the outcome?

Then you wouldn't be able to say something as easy-going as that.

Part 2

She went to check on the first-year camellia class as soon as she arrived at school, but Kanako-chan was nowhere to be seen.

"Her bag's here, so it looks like she's at school today."

Noriko-chan said, surveying the inside of the classroom.

"Her uniform's neatly folded, so she's changed into her PE clothes … she might be practicing the relay somewhere."

"… Morning practice?"

It looked like she was putting a lot of effort into this. Yumi thought she might be able to find out the details of her punishment before the athletics festival started, but it looked like that wouldn't be possible.

"I could tell Kanako-san to go to your classroom when she returns. Or if there's a message you'd like me to deliver – "

"Ah, no, it's okay. It's nothing urgent, and when the athletics festival starts I'll probably be able to meet up with her out on the oval."

Yumi waved her hands as she refused the offer, and stepped back. She wasn't flustered, but if she kept talking to Noriko-chan then she might accidentally let something slip, so instead she said, "See you," and turned to leave.

"Ah, Yumi-sama?"

Noriko-chan said mysteriously, but she didn't follow after her. Instead, it was someone else that came flying out of the classroom.

"Yumi-sama."

Her arm was grabbed at the same moment that her name was called, so Yumi looked back over her shoulder. What she saw was a young lady standing there, already changed into her PE uniform.

"… Touko-chan?"

Touko-chan was looking at Yumi with an exceptionally serious expression as she said, "We need to talk."

"Have you made some sort of promise to Hosokawa Kanako?"

Touko-chan said, after they'd relocated to the empty emergency staircase.

"Noriko-chan explained it to our class as just a rivalry with the green team, but … "

After pausing for a little while, she continued.

"But I think there's more to it than that."

Yumi could hear the sounds of some class counting out, "One, two, three, four," as they hurriedly prepared something in the courtyard. She placed both hands on the railing and leaned out. From here, she could see the Rose Mansion.

"That sort of thing wouldn't be enough to motivate her."

Touko-chan continued, after waiting for, "Five, six, seven, eight."

"And it seems unlikely that you would have called her out just to say, "Let's both do our best.""

"… You've given this a lot of thought."

It was at that point that Yumi finally opened her mouth. It looked like the topic of Touko-chan's talk was, as suspected, Kanako-chan.

"What are you plotting here, Yumi-sama?"

"Plotting?"

Yumi questioned this, but the word felt so incredibly appropriate that the corners of her mouth turned up a little.

"I don't know what you're plotting, but that girl has been very lively and happy recently."

In contrast, Touko-chan did not seem very happy as she said this. Her nostrils were flaring.

"But that's good, isn't it?"

Yumi said.

"G-good!?"

Touko-chan's trademark ringlets jolted abruptly, at the same time her eyebrows raised like a seagull spreading its wings.

"Huh, an I wrong? It's led to an atmosphere of everyone working together in your class, right? That's of benefit to you, isn't it, Touko-chan?"

Kanako-chan's refusal to co-operate had unmistakably angered Touko-chan.

"Well, I don't know about that. Something that seems beneficial at first glance may turn out to be detrimental in the long run. Got that, Yumi-sama? I wouldn't be complaining if this feeling was something that spontaneously arose within Hosokawa Kanako. But, if this is her side of some sort of bargain with you, Yumi-sama, then – "

Then you'd complain, right, Touko-chan? At the very least, it was wonderful deductive work.

"This is no laughing matter."

"Ah, sorry."

For Yumi, the way this young girl in front of her was protesting so earnestly was kind of sweet and innocent, that she accidentally let slip something that she hadn't even confided in her onee-sama.

"Kanako-chan and I have made a deal that the loser of the team battle will do one thing the other asks."

"Huh!?"

"So I think that's got her all fired up."

"–"

Hit by this surprise attack, Touko-chan was lost for words. Since she'd already said this much, Yumi decided to reveal all the details.

"If Kanako-chan loses, she's going to help out with the Yamayurikai play."

"And … if you lose?"

"She hasn't told me yet."

"Are you stupid?"

Even to a senior, her words were as sharp as ever.

"What are you going to do if she asks to be soeurs?"

"I don't think she will."

The newspaper club had previously asked Kanako-chan what she'd do if Yumi asked to be her soeur, and she'd said she would decline. And that had even been before their fight. With their relationship now strained, it seemed obvious that ship had sailed.

"But you have no guarantee of that."

"Well, that's true."

"People's feelings change, you know."

"That's for sure."

But even so, Yumi thought it was completely impossible that Kanako-chan would make that sort of demand of her.

But what if she did ask, "Make me your soeur" –

At that time, she'd think about it after she'd been asked. Until she was asked, worrying about each and every possibility would be a waste of time. If she had that sort of free time, she would be better off using it to stretch her legs so she didn't disgrace herself during the scavenger hunt race.

"Why are you so tolerant of Hosokawa Kanako, Yumi-sama?"

Touko-chan said with a sigh.

"Tolerant?"

"Well, Hosokawa Kanako did something horrible to you, didn't she?"

"How did you … "

The only people that had been there were Yumi and Kanako-chan, and then Sachiko-sama. It seemed unlikely that either of those two would have leaked anything.

"That isn't something I've heard from anyone. It's just a feeling I have."

"Is that so?"

By watching very carefully, she may have intuitively picked up on it. Especially since Touko-chan regarded Kanako-chan as a natural enemy, she was probably always conscious of what Kanako-chan was doing.

If this were a test, it wasn't like math, or physics, or chemistry, where anyone could derive the answer given the variables and the equation, it was like a language test where the answer sheet could be filled with answers that felt vaguely correct.

"She's just a spoiled brat. She pities herself, blaming the circumstances around her. Even though there's a lot of people in this world in a similar situation, and many more that are truly worse off than her. I get so annoyed watching her sulk about being the only one ever to experience hardship."

Touko-chan said, like she was spitting it out. As though she were the spokesperson for the "people in this world in a similar situation," and the "many more that are truly worse off."

"Everyone experiences things their own way. Even if they suffer the same injury, the damage they take will be different."

"But there are objective distinctions. A scratch, or a bone fracture. Of the two, which one hurts less?"

Well, in general it would be the scratch. But whether Kanako-chan's injury was a scratch or not wasn't something that could be decided by anyone but her.

"I see. So then you must know Kanako-chan's circumstances."

"Yes. This is just something I've heard though. Should I give you a general run-down? Her father – "

"Enough, Touko-chan."

Yumi stopped her.

"I don't want to hear."

"… Yumi-sama."

Touko-chan looked into Yumi's face as though she was a bit surprised. It looked like this was something that she thought Yumi would want to hear unconditionally.

"If Kanako-chan were to tell me directly, I'd listen. But it isn't something that I need to hear from you right now."

As she spoke to Touko-chan, Yumi felt her thoughts gradually settle.

"Whatever may have happened to Kanako-chan has no bearing on our bet. You may be worried about what damage I'll receive if I lose, but to me, what matters isn't who wins or loses today."

"What ever are you talking about?"

Touko-chan furrowed her brows. It was almost as though this was her first time hearing those words spoken.

"It's that I'm able to have a competition with Kanako-chan. I think there's value in that, in and of itself."

"I don't really follow what you're saying."

Touko-chan seemed to have given up, as though it would take a lot of effort to understand the meaning behind Yumi's words.

As a result, Yumi made a special effort to inform just Touko-chan.

"I just want to have some relationship with Kanako-chan. While this contest, or bet, is going on, she'll be willing to talk to me. That's my goal."

No sooner had she heard this then Touko-chan's head dropped, as though it were shackled, and she muttered:

"So naive."

"Huh?"

"Honestly, your way of thinking is far too naive, Yumi-sama."

Touko-chan's head jerked up, and she looked at Yumi as though she were issuing a challenge.

"How can you not understand that if you do that, Hosokawa Kanako will only become more impudent. I hate that naive, soft side of yours, Yumi-sama. Do you really think that's befitting of Rosa Chinensis en bouton?"

"Uh."

Touko-chan hurriedly turned her back on Yumi, probably thinking that it would be futile to discuss this any further, and reached out for the emergency exit's doorknob.

But, just as she was about to open the door:

"Ah, right."

She looked back over her shoulder, as though she'd forgotten something she wanted to say.

"There's one thing I'd like to correct. You seem to have misunderstood something, Yumi-sama, because I'm not worried about you at all."

"Ah … is that so?"

"It is. Well then, goodbye. You shouldn't loiter here too long either, Yumi-sama. You should hurry back to your classroom. Unless you want to participate in the athletics festival in your school uniform, that is."

Leaving her with a fearless smile, the ringlets disappeared inside the school building.

"I'm … loitering here?"

And just who was it that had stopped her on her way back to her classroom and dragged her out here? But even if she wanted to air this grievance, her companion was no longer here.

"That Touko-chan."

Even as she grumbled, Yumi was aware that she was smiling.

"She hates that soft side of me, huh."

Yumi said, then hurried off towards the second-year pine classroom.

Part 3

They held a brief homeroom after the regular morning prayers.

"At any rate, be enthusiastic, but don't be reckless. In the past, some girls had to miss the school trip because they suffered a serious injury."

The first part of their homeroom teacher's advice was more or less the same as what her mother had said, while the second half seemed more like a threat.

How serious would an injury have to be to miss the school trip? Something like a broken bone, or whiplash, or a full body pummeling. The students in the class all fell silent for a moment. Those options all sounded extremely painful, but to then also miss out on the school trip added to the injury.

Because, the school trip. Held during their second year of high-school, it was in the top 5 events of their school life. The athletics festival and the school festival were each held once a year, while the school trip was a one-off. Miss it and they'd be regretting it for the rest of their lives.

"I say it every year, but it always works on the second-years."

Their teacher laughed in amusement. No sooner had she said this, then a cry of criticism rang out.

"Wha? So it's a complete lie?"

"It's not a lie. It's happened once, about ten years ago."

Their teacher brought it to a close by saying, "So make sure you pay attention."

"Here, Yumi-san."

The girl in front of her passed Yumi the bag to store their valuables in. As Yumi and the girl beside her placed their purses and watches in the bag and passed it on to the girl behind them, the programs were distributed, and at some point Yoshino-san and Mami-san made their way to the podium at the front of class.

"Alright, listen up. Except for the people that have other jobs, we should all be assembled in our space by five minutes to nine. We're the green team, so where are we sitting?"

When Yoshino-san asked this, Mami-san cupped her hand to her ear as though she was hard of hearing, coaxing an answer from her classmates.

"Next to the libraryyyy."

They answered like children, with everyone going along with the joke.

"Exactly. Okay, anyone that has a specific task to do, please go to your stations. We'll see you later. Best of luck, everyone."

With this powerful declaration, Yoshino-san jubilantly led her group out of the classroom. She was heading off to the main gate, to help with visitor check-in.

Because it was a girls' school, at every function they had strict checking to ensure that no-one unrelated was allowed in. It also happened for the school festival and the graduation ceremony, but they were at their most vigilant for the athletics festival. The Lillian PE uniform wasn't particularly revealing, but because it wasn't often seen out in public, it seemed like there would be a fair number of people that would think, "I want to see that." It was a lot of work, making tickets with the students names on them, checking against the register of graduated students, etc.

With the class dissolving, Yumi also stood up. Tsutako-san asked her, "Oh, are you helping out with something, Yumi-san?"

"Yeah, I'm carrying some of the supporter gear from the gymnasium."

"Ah, like cheerleader costumes … "

Tsutako-san was excused from the tasks that had been assigned to the class. In exchange, her classmates had asked her to take all manner of photos, not just of themselves, but also of their onee-samas running, the Roses dancing, and the like. Strangely, she seemed to be completely smitten by a photo of cheerleaders from a certain third-year class that she'd just happened to run into during practice.

Incidentally, Yumi's onee-sama, Sachiko-sama, was a member of the green team's cheer squad, so Yumi had been assigned the task of carrying their gear, being told, "You want to be with her as much as possible, right?" Rather than being a fair allocation of roles, it felt more like she'd been smooth-talked into it. But it did let her be with Sachiko-sama for a little while, so, well, she supposed it was okay.

"Tsutako-san, make sure you take good photos. Then give me a print, please."

Yumi asked, acting a little bit flirtatiously. She imitated Touko-chan, putting on a fawning look.

"If Sachiko-sama says it's okay."

Tsutako-san answered bluntly. While she did take photos like she was a peeping tom, her rule was to never publish or release the photos unless she had the subject's permission. No matter how good a photo, if she were told "no," then she would firm her resolve and burn even the negative.

Still. Even without Yumi saying so, it looked like Tsutako-san knew who she wanted photos of. Well, it was true, Yumi wanted photos of Sachiko-sama more than anyone else.

"But what if Sachiko-sama says no?"

"She won't. But I'll go one better, and take a photo of the two of you together. To completely make up for last year's athletics festival."

"Together, huh."

A goal, beyond just a speck, the size of a pencil's eraser. This year, she could put a photo into her album of them standing together, wearing the same green headband … maybe.

"Ah, she's been distracted by something shiny. Pause your flight of fancy, and hurry off to the gymnasium. If you keep dawdling, you'll be scolded with, "You're late, Yumi.""

"Yes."

Somewhat fooled by this imitation, Yumi instinctively came to attention and bowed.

"Hey, hey, I'm not Sachiko-sama, you know."

Despite her surprise, Tsutako-san still managed to raise her camera and click the shutter.

Sachiko-sama had already arrived at the green team's spot in the gymnasium, but she didn't say, "You're late, Yumi."

"Ahh, Yumi. Can you take that drum and drumsticks that are over there, please. To the supporter's area in the oval."

"Oka~y."

It was the first time they'd met today, but she omitted saying, "Gokigenyou," and jumped straight to the matter at hand. It was a small thing, but seeing this, Yumi thought, "Our relationship really does feel natural."

Although they were still a long way off the old-married-couple style of soeur relationship that Yoshino-san and Rei-sama had. But still, she was happy. When she thought about how, one year ago, all she could do was watch on, it felt like a dream.

– Then she felt someone watching her and turned around, to see Touko-chan over in the red team's space looking her way. As soon as Yumi turned to face her, Touko-chan turned around and started working on whatever it was she was doing. But her actions were completely meaningless – she picked something up and moved it, then returned it to its original position.

Absent-minded Touko-chan. She was probably looking at her beloved Sachiko-sama.

"Sorry we're late. Gokigenyou, second- and third-year onee-samas. We look forward to working with you today."

Having arrived late, the two girls from the first-year pine class that were assigned to carry gear bowed approximately 90 times.

"Don't worry about it. As first-years, this is your first athletics festival, so I'm sure your homeroom teacher was warning you about each and every little thing."

The head cheerleader said with a smile, as she checked the costumes next to Sachiko-sama.

It made sense, the younger grades' homerooms probably would have taken longer. That may have been why Yumi wasn't scolded.

"Um, Yumi-sama, is there anything we can do … ?"

One of the first-years timidly asked as Yumi was about to leave the gym carrying the drum. The head cheerleader would normally direct them, but she was off negotiating with the pink team's leader about something, while the second-in-command (Sachiko-sama) had just this moment left carrying the cheer team's uniforms.

"Should we take these to the cheer team's seating?"

"Oh, the flags? They're going to be used as part of the entry parade, so they should stay here. The placards are out for the same reason. This cardboard's going to be used in the afternoon, so I think the plan is to carry it out later."

Apart from the things she'd mentioned, nothing else remained. But since they'd come all this way to help, it seemed kind of sad to tell them to just wait here.

"So, if you could take this drum. And these drumsticks."

Yumi gave the miniature taiko drum to one of the first-years and the drumsticks to the other, then saw them off.

"You should run into Rosa Chinensis out there, so ask her where they should go."

"Okay. Thank-you very much."

The two first-years left the gymnasium with a smile – were they really that happy to be given a job to do? Lured in by this, Yumi also smiled and waved them farewell, when a low voice came from behind her.

"You've become quite dependable, Rosa Chinensis en bouton."

Startled, Yumi turned around and saw the green team's head cheerleader standing there, arms folded, and nodding, having returned at some unknown point.

"It must be a relief to Sachiko-san too."

"Huuuh."

Then Yumi hastily covered over this with, "Pardon me." Despite receiving a generous compliment, Yumi had spoiled it with her vulgar reaction.

"… My apologies."

Because, it was only just this morning that she'd come to the conclusion that, "we're well matched." As she was thinking back on this, Yumi glanced at the red team's area, but Touko-chan was no longer in the location she'd been earlier.

(… Hmm?)

Just what had she been expecting? It was a little deflating.

The two first-year students and Sachiko-sama arrived back at the gymnasium together. The timing was just right, so they headed off to the green team's gathering spot, next to the library.

Having not carried anything earlier, Yumi picked up the green flags and trotted along behind Sachiko-sama. It was like a sumo wrestler's entrance ceremony, with the grand champion followed by his sword-bearer. Sachiko-sama looked as grandiose as ever, so the image matched exactly.

After handing the flags to the cheer team leader, who was waiting at the front of the formation with the other third-years, Yumi started to move towards the ranks of second-years when Sachiko-sama called her to a halt with, "Yumi."

"Yes?"

When she turned around, Yumi's eyes leapt to her onee-sama's determined expression. Then Sachiko-sama raised her index finger and roared:

"Fighting over the wooden spoon is foolish. Got it? Since we're doing this, we should aim for first place overall. The red team isn't worth worrying about."

Haughty, domineering, and dazzlingly beautiful. Sachiko-sama was as magnificent as Yumi expected. It felt like a bolt of electricity ran across her entire body when she heard this stern command.

"Okay!"

Sachiko-sama nodded, satisfied by this energetic response.

"Just what I expect from my soeur. Let's give it our all."

As she returned to the group of second-years, Yumi thought, "Be that as it may, you weren't particularly enthused back when Yoshino-san was talking about it so passionately, Sachiko-sama." Perhaps her competitive spirit had finally ignited now that the day of the event had arrived.

When Yoshino-san and Mami-san arrived just before the appointed time, the second-year pine class was fully assembled.

"How was it, dealing with the arriving guests?"

"We were flat out. Well, I expected as much, but the parents just kept coming one after the other. They've all come to see their daughter's big moment. My parents were getting all emotional even before they handed the ticket over, it was so embarrassing I pretended not to know them, but Rei-chan's father spotted me."

Prior to her heart surgery, Yoshino-san had never participated in a sports meet or athletics festival. This year would be her first time attempting something other than the entrance parade or dance, so her parents were probably overjoyed. Especially since she was taking part in the athletics festival's main event, the team relay.

"I wonder if my parents made it here okay."

Yumi said to herself, but Yoshino-san heard it and responded.

"Yeah."

She said, with complete confidence.

"No way, how do you know?"

"Because, the tickets all have the student's name on it, right? Although, even if they didn't, I think I'd still know … You, well, you and your brother, you take after your father."

"Oowah."

"He was wearing a green polo shirt, right?"

That put it beyond doubt. It looked like Yoshino-san hadn't just been making things up when she said she knew.

"It's kind of embarrassing."

Her parents meeting her good friend when she wasn't there. Just imagining it made her feel awkward.

"It's fine. I greeted them in honor-student mode."

"Speaking of honor-students."

Mami-san interjected, having silently listened to their conversation until now.

"Do you suppose the former Roses are coming?"

"I don't know."

"Setting aside Satou Sei-sama, since she's going to Lillian University, it would be a homecoming for Torii Eriko-sama and Mizuno Youko-sama. Neither of you have heard anything about that?"

Nope, nope. Yoshino-san and Yumi both shook their heads. She would be better off asking the previous Roses' soeurs, Rei-sama and Sachiko-sama, as the boutons were unlikely to hear any news of this sort. It was only now that they even thought about sending them an invitation.

"I see … but, they'll still allow people in once the games have started, so we should cast an eye over the guest seating from time to time."

Yumi had thought that the reception would have closed when Yoshino-san and the other girls working there returned, but apparently that wasn't the case.

"Once the peak's over, we leave the rest to the teachers."

"The teachers?"

"Like, the specialist subject teachers, or the middle school teachers. We borrow teachers that aren't directly involved with the athletics festival. If nothing else, all students have to be involved in the entrance parade, right?"

Backing up Yoshino-san's words, students were trickling in from wherever they'd been stationed. Including the health committee members from the first-aid tent, and the scorers. About the only students that wouldn't be in the entrance parade were the broadcasting committee members doing the announcing.

9 am.

Bang, bang. The sound of a starter's gun echoed around the grounds.

"The teams will now enter when their name is called."

At the sound of the mic, a shiver of excitement ran through the rows of waiting girls.

And then.

"The white team."

Yumi's second-year athletics festival had finally begun.

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