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"I can't accept this."
"You're still going on about that...?"
It was the day of the school entrance ceremony, but it was still early morning, two hours before the start of the ceremony.
The freshn whose hearts were filled with anticipation at the future their new life would bring, along with their even more exultant parents, still numbered few and far between.
Standing before the auditorium where the entrance ceremony was going to take place, a man and woman pair, clad in brand new uniforms, was for so reason locked in a verbal disagreent.
They were both freshn, yet their uniforms were strangely and distinctively different.
We are not talking about the difference between slacks and skirt, nor the difference between a man and woman's attire.
But rather, on the female student's chest was the eight-petaled flower design of the First High School's emblem.
That emblem was not present on the male student's blazer.
"Onii-sama, why are you a reserve? Didn't you top the entrance exams? Typically speaking, the one who should beco the freshman class representative should be you, not !"
"Putting aside the question of where you got hold of the entrance exam results... since this is a Magic High School, it's obvious that they'd place more emphasis on practical magic skills rather than on paper tests, right?
Miyuki, you are well aware of the extent of my practical abilities, aren't you? I'm quite surprised that I even got accepted here as a Course 2 student."
It was a scene where the male student was trying to pacify the female student who had been lashing out angrily with her sharp tongue. From the fact that the female student had called the male student 'Onii-sama', we can probably presu that they are siblings. It is also not unlikely that they are closely-related relatives.
If they are siblings...
Then they are siblings who don't resemble each other at all.
On one hand, anyone who sets eyes on the younger sister will no doubt be captivated by her; ten out of ten people, or even a hundred out of hundred people, will agree that she is a lovely, beautiful girl.
On the other hand, for the elder brother, other than his erect back and piercing eyes, nothing in his ordinary appearance could be said to be attention-grabbing.
"How can you be so unsure of yourself?! Even when there's no one who's a match for you in studies and taijutsu! The truth is, even for magic-"
The younger sister reprimanded the elder brother for his weak proclamation, but,
"Miyuki!"
As he called out her na in an exceptionally strong tone, Miyuki sobered up and shut her mouth.
"You understand right? Even if you say that, it can't be helped."
"...I apologize."
"Miyuki..."
He put his hand on her lowered head and slowly stroked her glossy black hair, which had not a single frizz in it. "Now, what should I do to fix her mood..." the young man who was the elder brother pondered with a miserable face.
"...I'm really happy you feel that way. I always feel that I'm being saved whenever you get angry in my place."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying."
"Liar. Onii-sama, you're always scolding ..."
"I'm not lying, I said. But, I too hold you in my thoughts the sa way you do about ."
"Onii-sama... 'hold
in your thoughts', you say..." (...Huh?)
For so reason, the young woman blushed.
Even though the young man could feel that a seed of dissonance that he could not ignore had been sowed, in order to resolve the most imdiate problem, he shelved that doubt for now.
"Even if you back out of giving the reply address, there is no way I'll be selected as a replacent. If you back out at this eleventh hour, you won't be able to avoid a blemish on your appraisal.
You do understand that, right? Miyuki, you are a smart girl."
"But..."
"Besides, Miyuki, I'm looking forward to it.
Show this useless big brother of yours the glorious mont of his cute little sister."
"Onii-sama is not a useless big brother!
...But, I understand. Please pardon
for being willful."
"There's nothing to apologize for. I've never thought of that as being willful."
"Well then, I'll be taking my leave.
...Please watch , Onii-sama."
"Yeah, break a leg. I'll be looking forward to your performance."
"By all ans, see you later." The young woman bowed and disappeared into the auditorium. After ascertaining that she had left, the young man breathed a sigh of relief.
(Well... what should I do now?)
The young man who had escorted his little sister, who had reluctantly beco the freshman class representative, to school before the ceremony rehearsal started, was now at a loss as to how he should spend the remaining two hours before the start of the school ceremony.
The main building, the practice building, and an experint building made up three of the school buildings.
An auditorium/gymnasium whose internal layout can be altered via transformation machinery. A library with three levels above ground and two levels below. Two small gymnasiums. A preparation building equipped with a changing room, a shower room, an equipnt-storage room, and club rooms. The canteen, the cafeteria, and the procurent departnt are in another building. And above all that, the various large and small annexes constructed make the design of First High School appear more like the campus of a suburban university than a typical high school.
The young man looked left and right as he walked along a path paved with a layer of bricks, searching for a place to rest until it was ti for him to enter the auditorium.
The ID card that would allow him to use the school facilities would only be given out after the school entrance ceremony ended.
In order to avoid a scene of chaos, the open cafe that was ant to serve visitors was also closed today.
After five minutes of walking around while referring to the campus map displayed on his mobile terminal, beyond a row of trees, which were positioned in such a way that couldn't escape his field of vision, he spotted a bench in the courtyard.
It's a good thing that it's not raining, a frivolous thought entered his mind as he sat down on the three-man bench, opened his mobile terminal, and started accessing a book portal that he liked.
This courtyard seems to be a shortcut from the preparation building to the auditorium.
They were probably roped in by the managent of the entrance ceremony to help out. That is, the current students (upperclassn to the young man) who were passing the young man at a small distance. All of them had the sa eight-petaled flower emblem on the left side of their chests.
As they passed by, a trail of artless, ill-aning words escaped from their backs.
Isn't that kid a Weed?
He's early... he sure is enthusiastic for a reserve. In the end, he's just a spare.
A conversation, which he didn't really want to hear, flowed into his ears. The word, Weed, refers to a Course 2 student.
The students who have the emblem design of an eight-petaled flower on the left side chest area of their blazers are called "Blooms
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