Volu 11, Morning of You and
Morning.
I encountered Layfon in front of "Sauce Soba Bread". This small shop cart in front of the first-year school building was managed by a sempai who looked like a middle-aged man, but was soone who had escaped from the Discipline Committee's hunts many tis. During school hours, selling things at this kind of place was against school rules. However, the custors were considered innocent. Ah!
"Good morning!"
"Ah."
This early in the morning, he was able to show such a refreshing attitude, and I was only able to quietly give a strained reply.
"You have no vigor!"
"After yesterday, there's no way I could have no energy."
"What happened yesterday?"
I really wanted to throttle this person who was tilting his head as if it were natural, but the probability that I would be killed was 10000%. In front of this guy, probabilities and those kinds of things already had no aning. Even if buildings in front of him ca crashing down, he would keep on living. If Zuellni suddenly exploded, maybe he might die. ……Though by that ti I would be 10000% dead.
"……Nothing happened."
I ordered five soba breads. As the soba quivered on the iron cooking plate, so sort of sauce was added that gave off a sll that made it hard to resist. The middle-aged sempai sandwiched the finished soba inside bread.
The enthusiasm of this middle-aged sempai who did not sell anything other than sauce soba bread had already passed through the taste of the bread to reach . Depending on the blessings of the Discipline Committee mbers, this small shop cart wasn't sothing that could be seen every day, and even if it was seen it might have been sold out long ago. How fortunate that I could co across it today in this kind of place! Perhaps this kind of fortune could let forget about yesterday's matter.
Layfon who was next to also ordered bread. Five, the sa quantity.
"So, what happened to the person from yesterday?"
To alleviate the atmosphere, I asked Layfon this while he waited for the soba sauce bread to be made.
Layfon had originally thought that perhaps he would forget that matter in a twinkling of an eye, like a dream. As expected, he still held an interest in that person. No, it was only right to say it was sothing that couldn't be forgotten. Ahh, false, a man's heart is so false.
"A childhood friend!"
"You lie!"
I shouted out. No, perhaps it was true that they were childhood friends. However, there was definitely more to it than that!
If they were only childhood friends, and moreover because they were boy and girl…… They shouldn't be able to so cordially have a conversation.
I also had a childhood friend. She was also a girl, very cute at that, and you could say she was my first love.
But her, she stopped talking to early in the second grade.
Ahh, it was a bit painful. My youth had barely begun.
"She's really a childhood friend!"
Seeming to have seen through the doubt in my heart, Layfon repeated himself again.
Our sauce soba bread had finished being made, and while steaming were stuffed into bags and delivered out.
Just then, from the school entrance ca over so Discipline Committee mbers. The middle-aged sempai imdiately jumped onto the shop cart, and pressed a certain button. A grinding engine noise sounded, and a thin smoke imdiately rose from the tail of the shop cart. The cart's wheels spun, rubbing intensely over the ground.
The wind mixed the sll of the burnt tires with the sll of the sauce.
The shop cart rapidly escaped.
The Discipline Committee mbers desperately tried to catch up. But they were not Military Artists, and the middle-aged sempai would definitely escape them.
That sempai who had so much enthusiasm towards sauce soba bread was truly aweso.
I also wanted to achieve so of that awesoness.
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