"Ardan and Dream are basically sisters too!"
Not one to back down, jiro Asama pulled jiro Ardan—who had been hesitating on the sidelines, wondering how to diffuse the tension—straight to her side.
Seeing this, Northern Grandmother stopped pulling her punches. She reached out and dragged Northern Starlight over, despite the girl's best efforts to slip into a corner and pretend she didn't exist.
"I have her mother right under my thumb!"
"Wait... why do you sound so much like a villain...?"
Ignoring Starlight's mumbled complaints at her elbow, Northern Grandmother tilted her chin toward jiro Asama, signaling for her to bring on whatever else she had in store.
Seeing herself being one-upped, jiro Asama clicked her tongue.
She summoned jiro Ramonu from the window, even though Ramonu clearly had no desire to get mixed up in a spat between two old won.
"Ramonu has already joined the Student Council. With her hands on the levers of power, she can provide an even better campus environnt for Dream!"
To say she had "power" was a stretch—that belonged to Symboli Rudolf, and had little to do with Ramonu's personal business—but Northern Grandmother didn't attack that weak point. Instead, she chose a far more devastating rebuttal.
"Northern Taste is already the Chairwoman of Central Tracen! Give it up, jiro Asama—you'll never best !"
"You... you absolute..."
Left completely speechless, jiro Asama could only grit her teeth and glare at the gloating Northern Grandmother, unable to squeeze out a single word of retort.
"Co to think of it, wouldn't rging both families' efforts provide Dream with even more support?"
Seeing the two elders lost in their competitive trance, jiro Ardan, who had ducked off to the side, whispered her question.
"While that's true in theory and in practice, those two just love to butt heads. There's really no stopping them."
Northern Starlight, crouching beside her niece, offered a hushed explanation. jiro Ramonu, seeing she was finally free from the farce, shook her head.
"They really ought to hand over the head-of-house positions sooner rather than later."
Watching the two seniors act so undignified in their endless quest for victory, Ramonu suddenly lowered her voice.
"I recall Symboli Rudolf having so experience with rebelling against a head of house. Perhaps I should go and learn a thing or two from her later."
"Ramonu, aren't you saying sothing incredibly dangerous...?"
As luck would have it, Symboli Rudolf—the very person Ramonu just ntioned—was currently leading the Student Council mbers in another VIP suite.
"The Kikuka-sho... it really is a place full of mories."
Gazing out at the Kyoto Racecourse, which looked exactly as it did in her mories, Shinzan spoke with a touch of nostalgia as she stood by the window.
"This is a Student Council gathering. How did you manage to sneak in?"
Symboli Rudolf, sitting on the sofa, sounded a bit annoyed.
The combination of the Kikuka-sho, Dream Weaver, and Shinzan brought back mories that were anything but pleasant. She looked ready to evict Shinzan on the spot.
"I'm part of the Student Council too, you know. I have been since a long ti ago."
"Besides, I'm a Trainer now. Surely even a Student Council President shouldn't speak to a teacher with that kind of attitude?"
Facing Rudolf's prickliness, Shinzan turned around, smiling as she pulled her hard-earned Trainer's license from her trench coat pocket.
"And look, Mr. C.B. isn't saying anything. As the President, don't be so narrow-minded."
With that, she pointed toward the other side of the room, where Mr. C.B. was busy teasing Narita Brian.
Suddenly hearing her na, Mr. C.B. looked up. She glanced at the aggressive Rudolf, then at the unreadable Shinzan, and finally raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Leave out of this, really. Don't go dragging innocent bystanders into your little spat."
"Right, Brian?"
Narita Brian didn't really understand what they were talking about, though she gathered they were fighting over Dream Weaver. She didn't respond, rely turning her head away with a cold huff.
"I feel like I understand what people are talking about in the Student Council less and less these days..."
Air Groove, who couldn't decipher their cryptic riddles at all, let out a sigh. She turned to the secretary, Shiragawa, who she'd beco quite familiar with, and asked, "Do you have any idea what's going on?"
"Perhaps... I do?"
"You really do know everything, don't you?"
"Hardly. I only know what I know."
Looking at the smiling Shiragawa, Air Groove sighed again.
Ever since jiro Ramonu joined the Council, she felt like there was an invisible chasm between her and this group. She couldn't make heads or tails of their daily discussions.
Even her long-ti partner Tokai Teio had been acting all mysterious lately and had joined their ranks, leaving Air Groove wondering if she was being frozen out.
While she was busy questioning her life choices, in the spectator stands just below the VIP suite, Richard was struggling to keep Phil from ripping his shirt open and roaring.
He adjusted his battered gold-rimd glasses and growled at Phil under his breath.
"Have you lost your mind?! Act decent in public! You haven't even been drinking!"
"You don't get it, Rich! At a ti like this, you've gotta bare your burning chest to truly express your excitent!"
"For the last ti, my na is Richard!"
Feeling like he was being assimilated by the golden gorilla beside him, Richard slumped back into his seat. He smoothed his hair, which had beco a ss in his excitent, and took a breath before speaking.
"Just behave yourself. This is her final race for the Triple Crown. We should be offering our blessings with so dignity."
"We're sitting so far back, she can't even see us. Besides, she doesn't even know who we are right now."
Richard shook his head dismissively at that. With a smug look that suggested he was clearly superior, he wagged a finger.
"Whether the other person can see you or not, one must maintain proper decorum. That is the true path of a fan."
"Rich... since when did you beco a fan?"
"I took ti off work and bought international flights to see this race. Don't you think it's a bit late to be asking that?"
Looking at the two bizarre foreigners nearby, the still sowhat youthful Hishi Miracle turned to Sugar Lights.
"Are all foreigners like that?"
"...Why are you asking ?"
"Because I feel like a doctor would be the type to go abroad for academic conferences a lot."
Sugar Lights sighed. She wasn't in her wheelchair; for the first ti, she was sitting in the stands on her own two legs.
She patted Hishi Miracle's head and said with a hint of helplessness, "Miracle, you can't generalize a whole group of people based on a couple of weirdos."
Just as Sugar Lights was about to say more, Agnes Tachyon—who was already fed up with the bickering between Equinox and Liberty Island—turned and shouted at her.
"If you have ti to educate the juniors, why don't you help pull these two apart!"
Manhattan Cafe sat to the side sipping her coffee, looking as if she didn't have a care in the world.
She looked up at the chaotic group and decided that they really weren't in any position to call other people "weird."
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