The next day.
We learned Kumamons true identity from the firefighters who arrived early in the morning.
It turned out that Kumamon was a moon bear that had escaped from Chiba Zoo two days earlier, having fled its enclosure while the keeper was montarily away.
Considering that, we understood why it was extrely sensitive when we first t.
It must have been furious, being starved for two days and then startled by Satoru mistaking for him and suddenly shouting.
Bears are often described as animals with incredible patience, but it seems that doesnt matter when theyre hungry.
Anyway, thanks to Sashas on-the-spot taming, Kumamon returned to the zoo without any injuries, bidding a tearful farewell to the students.
Goodbye, Kumamon.
Grrrrrr!
Dont cry. A man shouldnt cry over such things.
Although they spent only one night together, Sasha seed to have grown quite fond of it.
I couldnt properly say goodbye as it whined and tried to avoid , but well, maybe Ill see it if I visit Chiba Zoo later.
Anyway, the second day of the school trip dawned.
Yesterday, the courage test ended abruptly due to the moon bears appearance, but tonight a campfire was scheduled.
Because of this, the boys in our class seed a bit edgy.
Well, to be precise, it was probably all the second-year boys who ca to the field school.
While eating a budae-jjigae flavored cup ran I bought from a Korean market for breakfast, I ntioned this, and Satoru clenched his wooden chopsticks in anger.
You, surrounded by girls, wouldnt understand! The sorrow of singles whose girlfriend-less period equals their age!
No, Im single too.
Stop joking! You liar!
Satoru gestured angrily, but I felt a bit aggrieved, too.
Honestly, how many girls my age would like this face and this body?
If there were, they must have a very peculiar taste.
Rika and Karen were just normal friends, and I honestly didnt know what Sasha was thinking.
She confessed out of the blue on her first day of transfer, but never showed any favor after that.
So, I interpreted it as her just playing a prank.
As a celebration of our safe reunion after the fight with Ivan.
Anyway, while the two of us were bickering, Sakamoto, who had just returned to the tent with a towel on his head, asked,
Arent you two going to bathe? The shower is empty now.
Oh, Ill go after finishing this.
After responding, I slurped the broth of the budae-jjigae flavored cup ran I was holding.
Typically, Japanese cup noodles were mostly soy sauce or salt-based.
So, when I craved spicy ran, I used to go to a nearby Korean market to buy Korean cup noodles.
Given my preference for spicy kimchi and cup noodles, it seed I was born a true Korean at heart.
After quickly finishing the remaining cup noodles, I put the used wooden chopsticks and empty containers into a disposable bag and decided to go to the shower with Satoru.
The campsite had simple shower facilities, accommodating about 20 people in total.
Therefore, students had to take turns showering, but Satoru and I, disliking the crowd, deliberately waited for the shower to be empty.
Entering the shower with our underwear and t-shirts to change into, we saw simple shower facilities reminiscent of those in the military.
We placed our clothes in the dressing room baskets and entered the shower with our toiletries.
Its big.
Huh? Indeed.
No, not that.
????
I was about to ask what he ant, but Satoru had already entered a shower stall.
I went into a vacant stall and turned on the water.
Swoosh!
The water pressure seed decent, pouring refreshingly over my head.
I was spacing out under the water when
Wow! Its completely empty!
Its so spacious!
Hey! Lets go together!
The trio of bald boys barged into the shower.
They rushed in like adolescent kids, each with a towel slung over their shoulders.
One could slip and get hurt, but I was past the age to point that out, and it seed pointless to warn about sothing that hadnt happened yet, so I let it be.
After being under the water for a while, my damp hair was in the perfect state for shampooing, so I squeezed out a coin-sized amount and lathered it up.
As I was vigorously washing my foamy hair, suddenly, sothing hit the shower partition behind .
Ah! Sorry?
Unable to open my eyes because of the shampoo, I spoke while turning my back.
Whoever you are, be careful. The floor is slippery.
Yes!
The voice sounded unusually disciplined.
Nevertheless, it seed they realized their mistake, so I said no more.
After rinsing the foam from my hair with cold water and washing up a bit, I saw the trio of bald boys quietly showering in the opposite stall.
Satisfied with what I saw, I nodded and headed to the changing room to get dressed.
Phew
Kou Murasaki, one of the trio nicknad baldies by Kim Yu-seong, let out a sigh of relief as the presence behind him vanished, releasing his tension.
It felt like he had aged ten years at that mont.
All because he was ssing around with the other two guys and almost crossed the Jordan River.
Heres how it all started.
It was fine until they entered the almost empty shower room, but it seed there was leftover soap foam on the floor.
Excitedly running, Murasaki slipped on it, fortunately grabbing a partition in front of him to prevent a head injury, but unfortunately, inside that partition was Kim Yu-seong, the strongest man in the academy.
Having spent about three months in the sa class, Murasaki knew that Kim Yu-seong was more gentle than his fearso reputation suggested, but last night during the courage test, when Kim burst out wearing a red oni mask, he almost wet his pants.
The destructive power of Kims deep, unique voice was beyond imagination.
And with his large size, the intimidation he provided was even greater.
Up to this point, everything was okay.
All he needed to do was offer a direct apology to Kim Yu-seong.
Ah! Sorry?
So, Murasaki lifted his head to apologize, but at that mont
He found himself staring directly into the eyes of a yacha.
Uh!
No, it was a mistake.
His overly developed back muscles had created the illusion of a yakshas face.
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