Summer is almost here.
Under a sky that at least feels like that, I am energetically swinging my wooden sword. It is now the time period for the afternoon practicals. After having been emancipated from Alexia, I am back in the same group as my ‘good’ friends Hyoro and Jaga.
Due to Zenon-sensei’s scandal, the reputation, and thus number of students, of Royal Capital Bushin Style has taken a sharp nosedive. Thanks to that, the three of us have now been bumped up to Group 7.
“So hey, how did it go with Princess Alexia anyways?”
So asks Hyoro while doing practice swings next to me.
“As I keep repeating, we simply broke up, and that was it.”
Almost got killed in the process though.
“What a waste. You didn’t even get one kiss in?”
Asks Jaga.
“Nope, not one.”
Just like that, we carry on a lackluster conversation while relying on mere momentum to continue our lackluster practice swings. Welcome to Group 7, yea?
It is truly a waste of time, but as such is the Way of the Mob, I have no choice but to quietly play along.
“Oh by the way, it’s almost the season for the Festival of the God of War. Have you two already submitted your applications for the Senbatsu Tournament?”
“Who do you think I am? If I show off a bit at the tournament, then bringing two or three girls home would be a piece of cake.”
So says Hyoro. Keep dreaming, cherry.
“Mufufufu, handling three at the same time might be a bit tough.”
So says Jaga. Keep dreaming, cherry.
“Sid, you didn’t apply yet, right?”
Festival of the God of War refers to a gigantic tournament that is hosted once every two years. Famous swordsmen from both inside and even outside the country all gather together for it. And in the tournament, there’s a bracket for schools. The Senbatsu Tournament is our school’s way to decide who gets to represent us.
(T/N: ‘Senbatsu’ means ‘selection.’ As in, the best is ‘selected’ from among them. I’m gonna just leave the naming as is, cus AKB
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