Volu 4, Chapter 5: Mashiro’s editor is annoying towards us
“Which necktie did you wear to school again, Senpai? The golden or silver one?”
“The specified necktie for school is red.”
Morning. A familiar-looking ceiling, the sa room as always. Standing at the side of the bed was Iroha, flashing the smile of a Goddess of the Lake. Seriously, where did she even get these neckties from? They look like sothing a magician on a costu contest would wear.
“For this honest Senpai, I present both of them…”
“Again, I don’t need them. Just give my normal school necktie.”
“Ahaha, to be honest, they’re actually at the bottom of the lake~”
“You…don’t tell …”
“I accidentally spilled juice on the folded laundry! Sowwy!”
“Youuuuuuu!”
“Ugh…please don’t get angry at ! Even I’m a victim of it all, you know?! When I thought it was just normal orange juice, it actually turned out to be with MAX baking soda in it!”
“So the first thing you do after illegally invading my ho is drinking everything in my fridge?”
“Isn’t it fine, it’s my lifework after all~!”
This is our daily life. Ordinary, nothing odd happening, the day starting with an annoying greeting, and heading to school.
“Hey, Aki. You sure look tired first thing in the morning.”
“It’s because your little sister was—No, because of you? Huh?”
The familiar school, with the never-changing classroom. Sitting in a seat behind , Iroha flashed a smile you’d see from a prince charming in any shoujo manga. But, what kind of cast is this?
“What’s wrong, Aki? You look like you were bewitched by a fox.”
“Well of course I do! Why are you in our classroom, iroha!”
“Ahaha, what are you talking about? I’m not Iroha, but Ozuma. I know that we might look similar because we’re siblings, but we’re not even the sa gender, so I think mistaking it would definitely be pretty difficult.”
Judging from the voice alone, it really was Ozu. However, just taking his outer appearance into account, it was Iroha without a doubt. What is going on here? So bad joke on Iroha’s side again?
“Morning…What’s wrong?”
My agony was disrupted as I heard Mashiro’s voice, entering the classroom. I turned around with a sense of relief, as if I was reunited with a long-lost mber of my family.
“Good timing. Here out, Mashi—Iroha?!”
“What? Don’t scream like that, annoying.”
Again, I heard the usual salt treatnt of Mashiro, with the fitting grumbly voice. However, the physical appearance of the person next to belonged to the unfamiliar—Well, actually awfully familiar—Kohinata Iroha.
I turned around. Sitting on Ozu’s seat was Iroha, flashing a gentle Ozu-like smile.
I turned around. Sitting on Mashiro’s seat was Iroha, glaring at with cold eyes.
I was surrounded by Irohas. Seriously, what is going on here? Every single one of them turned into Iroha.
“Now, let’s start horoom. You can keep whispering like that, ofcourse. As long as you have the determination to kneel down and lick the ground, being stepped on your head, that is.”
Verbal abuse I was very much used to imdiately silenced the classroom. The orders of the Queen leaving the students in terror. But, of course, when I looked towards the front—
“You’re Iroha as well?!”
“My, Ooboshi-kun. That’s even less of a whisper I just ntioned. Co to the student guidance room during lunch break, okay? I’ll make sure to show you the ropes~”
The voice and words coming from the person standing at the teacher’s desk clearly belonged to Kageishi Sumire in her [Poisonous Queen] mode. Though I wanted to run away from reality, praise Iroha for her insane voice acting, my brain scread that sothing was still off. On top of that—
“Hey hey, Ooboshi. You in it for so physical punishnt from the Queen? That’s unfair, getting a head-start like that.”
Even male student A I would barely talk to ended up as Iroha. And if that wasn’t enough, around 30 classmates had turned around to look at —No wait, around 30 Irohas! Looking right, looking left, everything in my sight was Iroha, Iroha, and more Iroha.
With a shriek of despair, I dashed out of the classroom, where I passed another Iroha in the hallway, an Iroha stepping out of the teacher’s room, an Iroha wearing the janitor uniform as she cleaned the courtyard, and the principal Iroha was watering the flowers.
Seeking refuge at a nearby empty toilet, I washed my face to calm myself down, but when I lifted up my head, the image reflected in the mirror—Iroha—
“A nightmare?!”
Retorting, I opened my eyes. The ceiling this ti wasn’t familiar to at all, and the room had changed from my own to the one of the inn we were staying at.
Morning—Not quite, because the clock I checked said it was already noon. I see, after all of these things happening yesterday, I slipped in the futon only after the sun started to rise.
“Still, what a horrible dream that was.”
All the actors appearing were Iroha-only. What a horrible sight that was. Thinking about the width of Iroha’s acting skill, that wasn’t even too unthinkable either—Well, let’s stop here, I don’t want another nightmare.
“Good morning~”
“Woah?!”
I was suddenly embraced from behind.
“Senpai, you kept calling my na in your sleep, you know~? Don’t tell eeee, you had a dream about ~?”
“…!”
“Oh, bulls-eye? I wonder if Senpai’s Senpai is at it’s limit as well~?” Iroha’s crackling laugh arrived directly in my ears.
Yesterday she constantly acted flustered, appealing to that I would let her go from my carry, and now she’s acting as annoying and clingy as always. She’s definitely back to normal. Adding so dirty jokes in here and there, doing the exact opposite of making ponder if she has romantic feelings for .
Thinking if she really had romantic affection towards , she wouldn’t be acting in this way, I tried to find relief for myself, whilst still being aware of an odd unfamiliar feeling sowhere in the depths of my chest.
“………”
“Hmmmm? Senpai, you’re so calm today. Normally you’d try to fight back.”
“I-If you think that, then let go already.”
“See, that retort had no punch at all!”
“~~~?!”
Iroha’s reverse retort had her push her body forwards, pressing her two bulges against my back with no remorse.
“Senpai? Hey, what’s wrong, Senpai?”
“………”
Stop joking with , why is she this pushy, does she actually have feelings for ? Also, this softness is too much! How much shore is this? Rockwell C1? I don’t know how to properly adequately categorize the heaviness of her breasts, but I’d love so separate asurent system for this!
“Wah, seriously, are you okay?”
“………”
Not good, both my body and head, I can’t properly pull away from Iroha. Normally, that would have been no easy feat, but right now, the only change was the acceleration of my heartbeat.
“Co back, Senpai! Senpai Senpai Senpai Senpai!”
“…………”
I wonder if this sensation plaguing right now is induced because I’m aware of Iroha as the mber of the opposite sex.
The Ceremony of Marriage was the trigger for that? Don’t be stupid. Just a while ago with Mashiro’s incident happening, Iroha got angry at and told to focus on the [5th Floor Alliance]. I’d be a failure of a man if I didn’t even have the slightest bit of consistency in my feelings.
“He’s completely ignoring . We might actually have to get him to the hospital…”
“………”
What if Iroha were to find out these feelings I had right now.
[Uwah, disgusting. This is what happens right after you kneeled down in front of , blurting out cool-sounding lies? Saying you’d go full force towards your goal, you fall in love with after a few hours together in a love hotel? In the end, you were just acting like you didn’t have any interest in girls because you’re a mob character of a virgin, but you actually were the sa kind of boy as everybody else? Yeah, not happening]
She’d probably never talk to again. And, even if Iroha were to take it with a grain of salt only, I’d honestly be pretty disgusted at myself. Rejecting Mashiro’s confession, just rembering the words I gave her back then, sound so irresponsible now, I’d probably punch myself in the face if I saw this from an outsider’s perspective.
Seriously, what happened with —
“Se-n-pa-i, wake up!”
“Gaaah, shut up already?!”
“Oh, you finally ca back to reality.”
“You…you…! My eardrums were about to burst.”
“It’s your fault for ignoring . Also, you’re pretty calm while being hugged today. Do you not hate it?”
“…Eh. Ahh, well, I don’t really hate it, so—”
“Eh?”
“No…wait, I hate it! I think…Ah, shit! Move, my body! Move!”
“O-Okay…?”
Unable to hide my own confusion and bewildernt, Iroha just calmly separated from my back. At the sa ti, the sensation of her lethal weapons equally vanished, allowing to finally take a breather.
“Um, Senpai is acting really weird, do you have any idea why?”
“I-I-I-I-I-I don’t know?! Hey, Ozuma-kun?!”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s ti for congratulations.”
“Onii-chan, what are you on about? Give an explanation for that, would you.”
“I really don’t think I should be the one to say it, you know~”
Having woken up ahead of , Sumire gave an awfully flustered response to Iroha’s question, whereas Ozu just kept grinning at like he had already seen through everything.
Starting from the conclusion, they never managed to co up with a proper reason for my weird behaviour. Hence, Iroha once again approached , touching my forehead.
“Is it a fever? Maybe because you were walking through the mountain last night…”
“~~~!!! N-No, I’m perfectly fine.”
“That’s good to hear, but…Hmmm…”
Iroha still didn’t look like she was satisfied, her hand on her chin as she started dwelling in her thoughts. That gesture alone made associate her with the word [cute] yet again. But, as I was using all my brain cells to find out how to deal with this sudden confusion—
“Fungurui Muguruunafu Kutogua Fomaruhauto Ngaaaah—!!!”
A saving grace sent from the gods above filled the atmosphere, as a weird voice—or more like a sound—arrived at our ears from the room next to ours.
“That voice just now…”
“No need to wonder, there’s only one person who could force out such an impossible to decrypt morse code.”
Even during the conversation between Sumire and Ozu, we heard a weird rumbling sound, as if sothing fell over, only for it to stop at once, silence taking it’s space. Followed by the sound of sothing standing up, footsteps resounded that left the room.
Step step step, the sounds moved for around one ter down the hallway, before stopping in front of our door, which was thrown open a fragnt of a second later, the living being causing these noises crouching down on the tatami mat, looking like that box cover from Pla*oon2
“Finally…! The deadline has been defeated…!”
Holding a laptop with both hands towards the roof, the person, rather, the girl, who let out screams of joy and happiness was the familiar…well, probably familiar? I guess? Tsukinomori Mashiro.
Her normally always clean and proper dazzling hair was in a ruffled ss, her skin had an equal color to said white hair, giving her quite the grotesque zombie-vibes. She was still wearing the sa clothes she had last night after we separated, so she probably kept writing this entire ti.
“Mashiro did it…Finally…Hefu”
“Ah, there she goes.”
“Mashiro—?!”
“Mashiro-senpai—?!”
“Mashiro-chaaaan?!”
Taking out Ozu, everybody else quickly dashed towards her, who collapsed face first onto the ground.
“You okay?!”
I softly lifted up Mashiro’s body. Her forehead was red because she hit her head on the ground, but besides that, she just seed tired most of all.
“Zzzz…Zzzz…”
“Explosive sleep, huh.”
“Look at that fulfilled expression. The days before a deadline sure are tough, but the joy and happiness after you defeated it can be addicting.”
“I agree on that. It’s even better than the ‘Must watch with your lover’ movie this sumr. Even I feel like crying.”
“You’re just getting drunk once you make it past a deadline.”
Managing a periodically updated mobile ga, I’ve experienced this quite a few tis. Pulling consecutive all-nighters to fix up the ridiculous schedule without the people in question actually being aware that one is mostly doing so black work. Just to raise the quality, you take countless extra hours of overti, gradually falling into the trap of the business, so one has to be careful early in the ga already. Of course, I’m not talking out of experience or anything though? I’m definitely not practicing that with the [5th Floor Alliance] by all ans.
“Huh?”
With Mashiro being completely out, her laptop just laid on the ground. From the opening of the laptop which sure made you rember what kind of parents she has, with high quality and newest specs, a piece of paper fell to the ground.
Not hesitating at all, I picked it up. I did feel bad for just reading it without her permission, but because the paper wasn’t folded, and even had words written on the outside, it just entered by eye naturally.
[Mashiro also wants to go to the sea. She’ll probably be out of strength, but even if she’s asleep, take her with you]
“So dying ssage?”
“No, she’s not dead yet. I think.”
Ozu walked towards my side to check the paper as well, whose words I gave a soft retort. Following that, Iroha and Sumire reacted.
“Leaving behind a ssage for the event that she collapsed out of exhaustion, just how desperately did Mashiro-senpai want to co with us?”
“She’s like asking a small child asking for a present from Santa-san, so cute~”
“Good work, Mashiro. Now you can rest in peace.”
“An.”
Like a fallen warrior who had fought for humanity, the rest of us gave our blessings to Mashiro. But, Ozu was the first to snap out of it, as he realized sothing very crucial.
“Huh? But, didn’t we miss the hotel reservation at the seaside hotel?”
Words of despair, crushing Mashiro’s dying wish.
“……” I kept silent.
“……” Iroha kept silent.
“……” Sumire kept silent.
Every single one of us just looked into the round in silence, shaking our heads to the sight.
—Did you adjust our reservation?
—What about you, Senpai?
—No, that’s not important right now.
That’s basically all we figured out after 30 seconds of silence.
「As a result of you not arriving during the aforentioned ti, the reservation will be cancelled. If dear custor wishes to put in a reservation again, please do so on another day」
In a panic, we quickly called the hotel, and this is what we got as a response. We tried it at other nearby hotels as well, but now in this sumr season, I doubt it cos as a surprise that we weren’t successful.
“How could this happen…Don’t tell …”
“We can’t go to the sea anymore?!”
Following my words I muttered in a daze, Iroha held her head in her hands as she scread in despair.
“We can still just stop by the beach to play a bit and then go ho.”
“That ans we’d be going ho imdiately! I can’t enjoy it at all!”
“On top of that, playing at the sea can be very tiring. I would have to drive ho for several hours, so I’m a bit worried if I can make it ho without an accident…”
Sumire’s words were the deciding factor. I don’t want to die yet. Knowing my luck, this would be the end.
“Senpai…”
“Don’t give that look, this ti around…”
I honestly can’t do anything. It probably all went downhill the mont we had to alter our initial schedule. This might just be the punishnt for us having used this sudden event to efficiently and positively influence our future, instead of just playing at the beach.
“Sorry, Iroha. And Ozu and Sumire, even Mashiro as well. We have to give up on this beach trip—”
“—It’s too early to give up, chirp~”
“Eh?”
These words followed mine out of the blue, leaving in confusion. When I turned around, I spotted a blonde-haired girl with gothic lolita clothes—Kiraboshi Kanaria, her back leaning against the door, showing an awfully forced cool-looking expression.
“Prioritizing her manuscript over mories with her friends! Kanaria-chan can only appreciate that! That’s 100 points on the scala, chirp~”
Showing a peace-sign with almost audibly sound-effects was (the self-proclaid 17 years old) Kanaria. She was the one responsible for the high sales of various ace light novels originating from the label UZA Publishing, an idol editor with high popularity as well, and the main editor for Makigai Namako-sensei on top of that.
Apparently, she happened to find Mashiro’s manuscript (?) which she had sent in for a contest, and ca here with her to this inn in the village Kageishi to allow Mashiro a perfect environnt to have her work on her new manuscript, not to ntion in the room specifically rented by Kanaria.
“That is why~~~”
Being an absolute adult above in terms of being a producer, she gave a wink.
“Kanaria-chan will present you with a gift! A palatial residence one-night stop nearby! With a beautiful seaside, nothing that could ruin your fun! You, and you, and Sensei as well, you are all invited~”
Kanaria said, with almost a rhythmical tone to it.
*
And then, after roughly an hour had passed. We arrived at the location we had put into Sumire’s navi.
“This is…”
Stepping out from the jeep, I narrowed my eyes at the glaring sun—
“Yes, there’s no mistaking it. This ti…!”
Having set foot onto the white sand, Sumire gazed at the scenery in front of her.
“Mashiro has waited so long…!”
Mashiro stood next to , as she had a nostalgic gaze—
“It’s…theeeeee….seaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
Iroha had both her hands in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs like an idol who had just arrived at the boarding house3.
“Beautiful blue everywhere. And, there really isn’t anybody around.” Ozu muttered.
“To think such a place even existed in Japan.”
The sandy beach continued as far as your eyes could see, no other person in sight. Not to ntion, if I turned around, I had a 2-floor building standing strong at my back, which could probably hold around 20 people for a sleep-over. Even for a standard family living there, the scale was far too ridiculous. Honestly looks like so training camp place for a sports manga.
“Though it makes sense that people don’t gather here. After all—”
As Ozu and I were lined up next to each other to put down our belongings from the car, we spotted another car entering the parking space. With a stylish form, a car that you can only admire as a youngster nowadays—a red convertible clearly imported from overseas.
With her golden hair fluttering in the wind, the girl, Kanaria, gallantly stepped off the car, wearing stylish sunglasses to look as photogenic as possible.
“—It’s her private beach after all.”
“She does have this overwhelming ‘I’m successful’ vibe to her alright…”
“I’m pretty sure president Tsukinomori can easily one-up her as the president of a big company like that, but in terms of individual success, Kanaria-san got him beat.”
“Are editors of publishers really that profitable?”
“No, I don’t think so.” I just blankly shook my head towards Ozu’s question.
Iroha seed to have caught on to our money talk, and joined us.
“But, maybe that’s because she brought out so many hit novels?”
“The company might be exhilarated, but the second you are part of a very company, you have a limited annual inco. I’m pretty sure that a popular publisher can spare a bit more than others, maybe up to 10 million, but it’s definitely not enough to own an entire private beach like this.”
“10 million! That already sounds like a lot, though. How much would you need to have a private beach like this, then? A hundred million?!”
“I wonder. I feel like even that much of a fortune isn’t enough.”
“Seriously?!”
“I see. With a hundred million, you’re full with effective managent and preparation for your enterprise. Can’t afford sothing like this, and in Aki’s words, it would be ineffective.”
“If you had around 500 million of personal fortune, you could probably afford to spend it extravagantly, but a private beach…”
“Are you two really high school students? Your knowledge and sensation about money is scary.”
Iroha showed a gaze of admiration, as I showed my earnest thoughts. Rather than knowledge about money, this is more about economics, but I guess that’s just sweating the small stuff.
She says it like a normal high school student doesn’t have that knowledge, which I guess is true, but I belong to the fraction of people who argue that teaching these things early will help in creating a proper mber of society, so why did they not put that into their curriculum yet.
“But, Senpai? If that is the case, then how does an editor like Kanaria-san have a luxurious residence and private beach?”
“…Just my assumption, but I think rather than her salary being the source of her inco, it might just be her side job.”
“Side job?”
“Just the business of acting as the producer for authors is enough of a enterprise. I looked that up, and—”
Operating my smartphone, I showed Iroha the information I gathered.
“Ummm? An online salon with 800 yen per month, 20.000 people registered…”
“At this point in ti, she already has a 16 million monthly inco.”
“Phew…Every month with new book releases, she adds a CD that ends up on the Oricon Top 10…”
“Calculating the royalties, there’s another average 2 million.”
“2 mill…Wait, she even appears in TV advertisents?!”
“Calculating the event that she doesn’t do it through a personal bureau, and the amount of money the company is willing to pay, I arrived at another monthly 1.5 million.”
“Just listening to it makes my head spin…”
“Adding the normal 5 million a month, she arrives at around 600 million a year. Adding all the small other stuff like appearances on conventions and whatever—”
“Okay, I think we get the gist now. I understood that Kanaria-san is sothing like a money monster!” Iroha covered her ears to shut out my words.
To her, it probably sounded like from a different world altogether, her brain denying the numbers. That being said, 600 million is around the estimate I ca up with if we managed to get [The Night The Black Goat Scread] happening under HoneyPlay, so I won’t be shocked by numbers like these. Though, since we’re talking about an individual here, I can’t deny that this is sothing amazing.
“Really, digging up so much about Kanaria-chan, how much do you actually love her~?”
“Mguh.”
Brushing aside Iroha, the (self-proclaid) 17-year old appeared between the two of us. She looked up at with a flirtatious glance, flashing the smile of a succubus.
“You didn’t have to be so dull, Kanaria-chan would have told you for free~ She’ll reveal her body, heart, and wallet for you, chirp~”
“Is it really fine for an idol to prioritize a lone boy?”
“Oh co on, don’t be like that~ Every single one of my fans is equal~”
“What a nice sophistry…”
She had large, round eyes. Albeit her rather miniature height, she had the right proportions. A big-breasted lolita, she could be called, is definitely popular with all the otaku boys out there. No mistaking it that she would get a lot of followers during live concerts and such with that honey voice of hers.
“Well, if you actually asked, then Kanaria-chan would have told you, chirp. It’s not sothing she has to hide anyway~”
“That is true. Kanaria-san is always boasting about her annual inco. There’s probably nobody inside the editorial departnt who doesn’t know.”
“Mashiro.”
Mashiro had previously been chard by the sea, but now stood at the opposite side of Iroha and Kanaria, basically clinging to . That reminds , Mashiro is actually the author under the protection of Kanaria. They’ve t several tis already.
“Phrasing! Kanaria-chan sounds like she’s addicted to attention! Non non, everybody asked Kanaria-san because they wanted to know, so she responded to their expectations and answered them, chirp!”
“Is that really fine? Bragging about your inco to your colleagues, won’t that cause so tension?”
We’re talking about an ordinary Japanese company here. Just like it happened to Ozu, people standing out from society might get treated with less respect, or even ignored. That’s why I wanted to ask for details concerning her situation.
“Humm?”
The girl showed a confused expression, tilting her head in a cute gesture.
“How could any of these pimps have the right to complain at Kanaria-chan, chirp?”
“Pimp.”
“Ah, that was in a highly rhetorical sense, of course. Actual pimps can stay away from Kanaria-chan forever, chirp.”
“Um…so?”
“Around 90% of sales from UZA Publishing co from novels Kanaria-chan is responsible for~ They absolutely do not have the right to talk back, don’t they, chirp~”
“90%.”
Woah. I guess she really can allow herself anything with a high position like this. Yet again, I was overwheld by the difference in skill. She looks like a small child, and the annoying girl who glared down at her, aka Iroha, looked like a stand4. And I’m going to be fighting her for Makigai Namako-sensei, huh.
“Japan’s industry is way too old-shot for Kanaria-chan~ She much more prefers a global standard, chirp.”
“Ohh. People who should be valued highly experience that special treatnt…!”
Being impressed by Kanaria’s words, a voice of admiration leaked out of my mouth. By doing so, Mashiro’s expression turned into sothing more…heartless.
“Mashiro wouldn’t take her so seriously if she was you. Kanaria-san is just influenced by Arica’s exposing complexion of Hollywood.”
“Ugh.”
Kanaria’s expression froze up at Mashiro’s bitter criticism.
“M-Mashiro-chirp? W-Why would you say sothing like that?”
“She doesn’t want you to weirdly influence Aki. Mashiro knows. It was your dream to beco a hollywood producer, but your English skill was abysmal—”
“Nooooooooooooooo stop right there, chirp! Revealing any more would an Kanaria-chan’s imdiate death!”
“Your way of thinking just now was just ripping off the words of so bossy person from this Daiteikoku Bookstore.”
“At least call it respect!! Also, why are you so cruel?! Mashiro-chan, you said you wanted to go to the sea, and Kanaria-chan even offered you her residence and private beach.”
“Mashiro is thankful for that…But, you were aiming for sothing as well, weren’t you?”
“Ugh…phew phew phew~”
Being harshly glared at by Mashiro, Kanaria averted her eyes in fear, failing horribly at faking a whistle. I don’t really get their relationship too much, but I can tell that they’re awfully close. Almost as if they had been through a long-term serialization, their exchanges awfully relaxing to watch.
“Well, Mashiro doesn’t hate you for going on about defeating that Daiteikoku Bookstore.”
“Now that you say it, is that bookstore really that amazing?”
I haven’t looked into the light novel business too much recently, so I wouldn’t be up to date with any news. I know a few nas of publishers and such, and Daiteikoku Bookstore is one of them, but…
“Honestly, seeing Kanaria-san’s achievents, personal fortune, and how well Makigai Namako-sensei is selling, I’m wondering if you’re not already winning—”
“Eh, are you an idiot?”
I was harshly insulted.
“S-Sorry for my insufficient research. I have no idea about the novel world.”
“For example, a lot of editors in publishers have a very high educational background—”
“Ohh, really? Is that the case for Kanaria-san as well? …Maybe Tokyo University?!”
Having found sothing to pique her interest in Mashiro’s words, Iroha jumped into the conversation. By doing so, Kanaria flashed an overly-confident grin.
“Oh no~ You found out Kanaria-chan graduated from Tokyo University~ Oh no, how could this happen, chirp. Bragging about her academical background isn’t one of Kanaria-chan’s interests, but she doesn’t want to lie either, chirp~”
“So she’s still bragging about it…I feel like she’s even more annoying than .”
“She’s annoying on a different level from you, but her noisy level can’t be underestimated for sure.”
Iroha and I were honestly a bit conflicted about what to feel about this, where Mashiro showed a cold smile.
“This is what she always answers when she gets asked about it. Even though her academic background wasn’t enough to get into Daiteikoku Bookstore.”
“What…did you say?”
“Guh.”
“Wha, Kanaria-san?! Are you okay?! Your lip is bleeding even with your shit-eating grin?!”
Shocked by the flood of blood coming out of Kanaria, Iroha supported her body. With a pale face and shaking body, she tried to keep a tough face as she responded.
“K-Kanaria-chan is fine, chirp…She just bit her lip out of frustration…!”
“You don’t seem fine at all, though?!”
With Iroha’s retort, Mashiro showed audible satisfaction as she continued.
“That company gathers insanely talented people with money, getting producers that graduated from Stanford University and created several hit movies at Hollywood, or psychology graduates from Yale University that showed great results in marketing, or an Oxford University graduate that had acted as an agent in England to create a magic academy novel hit world-wide, and apparently they only take graduates who ca from universities that are in the upper ten in the world-wide ranking.”
“Is this the Google of the publishing world…”
I an, I knew that they were an incomparable company. That being said, we’re talking about a publishing company here, not so global business.
“Grrrrrr…Hearing it again makes Kanaria-chan explode in frustration! Co on, get inside already, chirp! Kanaria-chan has to check Makigai Namako-sensei’s manuscript as well!”
“Wah, hey.”
Wrapping her arms around us, Kanaria tried to push us inside the building, when Mashiro panicked.
Hm? What did she just say…?
“Kanaria-san, Makigan Namako-sensei’s manuscript? You have it with you?”
“Exactent, chirp~ Sensei has just finished the manuscript for the new release of [Snow White’s Revenge Classroom], and what a coincidence that it happened just now~”
“Ka…Ka-Kanaria-san…~~~!!!”
“Hmmmm? What is it, Mashiro-chun~? Kanaria-chan was just in a good mood that feels like talking a bit more~ She wasn’t planning on giving any hints or anything~”
“Ugh…trash…”
“Ehhh? Can’t hear you~ This is just a bonus stage with the manuscript as a hostage~”
“Why is Mashiro getting angry? Also, about Makigai Namako-sensei’s manuscript.”
“Soooo insensitive~ Basically, Mashiro-chan is Maki—”
“Makiri5!!”
“Ginjo sake?!”
Suddenly, Sumire jumped into the conversation, closing off Kanaria’s mouth.
“Ahh, now that we’re at the beach, I felt like drinking so [Makiri] sake~ It’s such a luxurious residence, so you must have so stock on sake, right?! Co on, let’s have a party!”
“It’s barely afternoon though?! Also, about the manuscript—”
“Then, I’ll drink the sake, while Kanaria-san is fighting her job~”
“What is this, why are you so against Kanaria-chan! She ca to the sea, so she’s going to enjoy herself as well, chirp! Why did you think she invited you here?!”
“Alright, alright. You can take a swim, so show your stock, okay?”
“So persist—Wah, where are you grabbing Kanaria-chan, chirp! …Ah!”
Kanaria tried to resist, but Sumire didn’t hear any rebuttals and pulled her along with her. Was ist just my imagination, or did she give Mashiro a wink the second she turned around?
“What was that about…”
“W-Who knows. Aha, ahaha.” Mashiro showed an awkward laugh.
Well…I still wanted to—
“You wanted to ask sothing, Senpai?”
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t quite satisfied with this. Iroha, you really have a good few parts in you. Emphasis on a few.
“Well, since Makigai Namako-sensei’s deadline was defeated, I thought of giving him a new job.”
“Are you a demon?”
“You’re the worst. Die.”
“Ehhh…?”
I was retorted from both Iroha and Mashiro at the sa ti. But, why? I was just thinking of not leaving any holes in his schedule. But, either way. Chasing after the ‘grown-up’ pairing of Sumire and Kanaria, the rest of us also entered the private residence.
*
「Now, it’s ti for the beach event that everyone was waiting for. You’re looking forward to Iroha’s swimsuit, right?」
「Don’t just represent other people’s opinions. I don’t feel like that at all」
「Not honest at all, huh~ Objectively speaking, I think that my little sister is pretty cute though~」
「If you just close your eyes to how annoying she is」
「Thus speaks God. Her annoying traits are also cute」
「That annoying and cute are one entire trait?」
「You want to argue against that?」
「………」
My room with the super cute Iroha-chan (2)
Iroha
Se-n-pa-i~
AKI
Hm?
Iroha
How’s it feeling over in the boys room? Is it comfortable? Are you doing it with Onii-chan?
AKI
Could you finally stop giving Murasaki any more fuel
Iroha
Just joking~
AKI
Also, what kind of group na is this. Makes it sound like I was the one created it
Iroha
From your point of view it’s true, so no problem~
AKI
There’s a limit to how much you can fabricate it. Give the rights to edit this room then…
AKI
Also, aren’t you in the middle of changing over there? Just talk with Mashiro or Sumire-sensei
Iroha
Of course I am? Unlike Senpai, I don’t have a communication disorder~
Iroha
You should know that talking while texting on the phone is one of the special skills possessed by a JK!
AKI
Saying it like it was from so cheap social ga sales ssage…
Iroha
Don’t be like that, I’ll give you sothing nice~
AKI
Huh?
Iroha
There you go~
AKI
Wha
AKI
Hold on, you…
Iroha
This ti, it’s the real one~
Iroha
My new sumr swimsuit~!!
Iroha
You’re so happy you can’t talk anymore? I can see you already read my ssage~
Iroha
Fufu, I can’t wait until we et up at the beach again!
Iroha
See you later, Senpai~
Note:
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1Shore and Rockwell
2Dis
3 Gotta be so Love Live (or any other idol series, really) reference
4 IS THAT A MOTHEREFFING JOJO REFERENCE?!
5 The joke here being that it’s so ani-like attack, as it’s written like [Demon/Devil Cut]
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