Chapter 14: Chapter 4- Slightly Above Average.

I stood outside of the classroom with Hisoka, Takanawa, and Matsukura, trying to give this surface level friendship another shot. Maybe given enough time, I’ll be able to bond with them or maybe not.

Sadly enough it’s a bit draining at times, dealing with people, but I will at least try my best.

"Have you settled on a club as yet?" asked Hisoka.

He’s the second person to ask me that, maybe the Universe is trying to tell me that I should join one, but I shall fight against it with all my might.

"It is mandatory to join one? because if not, I think I may skip the entire thing."

"That’s a shame considering that school clubs are a part of the experience." Takanawa entered into the growing conversation.

I do admit that school clubs could be considered a vital part of any student's stay here. They help with communication and teamwork. Sometimes it is even used to fluff a college application, but it is mainly used to join peers who have similar interests to you.

It can be something as boring as watching paint dry. If you have three or more students interested in it, then voilà! You have the potential to create a club.

Maybe I should try my hand at it. However, I don’t think the school would approve of my stellar ideas.

I pondered a bit before saying, "No club has really piqued my interest what so ever.”

The sports clubs are a no-no as well considering that I would have to go against students who have been competing in national competitions since middle school.

After taking a sip of his canned soda, Matsukura echoed the same thing.

Takanawa laughed at him while saying, "Matsukura’s only goal is to start an Ecchi club."

Such grand dreams and plans—I can never aim that high.

Also, he does look like the type of guy to tell a girl, he prefers to be called onii-chan.

Matsukura took another sip and replied, "That I do, but the system keeps fighting me down; however, that will not stop the movement."

Why does Matsukura sound like a strong-willed activist right now? Maybe people do have courage and strength for all the wrong reasons.

He then turned to me and made an offer, which I will strongly refuse.

"Kaneko, if you protest with me, I will allow you to be vice president of our noble cause."

Vice-President of Saikyō Polytechnic Institute’s Ecchi club will definitely not be getting me into any universities.

"I will pass on that overture, but I do wish you the best of luck with your fight."

"Starting an ecchi club will only cause the girls to dislike you even more, Matsukura," said Takanawa, who gave himself a face palm.

Still, I was curious to know what the Ecchi Club activities would consist of. Would they be comparing different erotic magazines, posters, and otome games?

While Matsukura and Takanawa debated the consequences of pitching a sleazy club like that to the school,

Fukami randomly stepped out of the classroom and heard a bit of the conversation. Thankfully there isn’t anyone else with her, so the damage can be kept to a minimum.

"Oh, are you guys discussing clubs?"

Matsukura froze up when he heard her voice, so I don’t think he wishes to mention the start of a potential pervert club to someone like her.

He quickly stammered out, "Y-es, we were ju-st fig-uring o-ut which club Kaneko should join."

Where is all the confidence he spoke with just prior to her arrival? This is just like the waitress incident.

Takanawa gulped as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. He didn’t want to be involved with something like that in the first place, and now one of the prettiest girls in our class is on the verge of discovering it.

A brief silence filled the air as both of them looked at each other, then at Hisoka, who turned his head, and finally at me, but I averted my eyes, not wanting to be sucked into a pending situation.

"If that’s the cause, then Kaneko-kun should join archery. I heard there are still some available spaces in there."

Archery huh? I can finally fulfill my non-dream of being in the Hunger Games; however I don’t think I would ever be in that type of situation considering I will never volunteer as tribute.

"My aim isn’t that good, so I will pass on it. However, if I did have to be thrust into one, the music club would be a good place."

Fukami leaned in closer while saying, "Which instruments do you play, Kaneko-kun?"

"Well, I had a phase where I was obsessed with classical music, so I learned the piano and violin. Yeah, pretty basic, I know, right? Ha Haaa..." I said while nervously laughing.

So many painstaking hours of practice, I can still hear piano keys and violin strings in my sleep. All the sore fingers, wrists and arms, occasionally bleeding would occur. I am starting to think that may have been abuse on my teacher’s part.

Matsukura shook his head and said, "You’re such a nerd, Kaneko."

What a time to be alive, a pervert called me a nerd.

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Takanawa folded his arms and agreed with him, but Fukami replied, "Learning those instruments is extremely hard, especially the violin, so I am very impressed."

Learning the piano wasn’t too bad. I practiced so much that I can play certain songs with my eyes closed and even backward.

Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 is one of my favorite piano pieces to play; something about it stirs a strange nostalgia in me, almost as if my past life was alive during those times.

The violin was something I picked up on my own by watching certain people play live or on video. It was a bit grueling during the first couple of months, but I managed to power through, and I can safely say that I am average for a guy with no professional help.

However, picking a violin sonata to pin as my favorite would be a bit difficult; due to it being a strong tie between Sonata No. 9 "Kreutzer" by Beethoven due to the technical difficulty and the Devil’s Trill Sonata because of the backstory behind it.

Giuseppe Tartini had a vivid dream of witnessing the Devil himself playing the violin with such flawlessness, and when he woke up, he attempted to write down everything he just heard. Even though what he managed to recreate was considered a masterpiece, it was nothing but a mere shadow of the original thing.

That just makes me wonder: what did the original sound like? Was it moving enough to make a stone statue cry tears of blood? How about it being emotional enough to make the tin man realize that he had a heart all along?

Matsukura reeled back from the thought of attractive Fukami defending me and leaned his right shoulder against the wall in pure agony.

Hisoka patted me on the shoulder and replied, "You’re a man, so do something manly."

I believe music is manly enough...

"Manly, you say?"

"While you sit in your dorms twiddling your thumbs or playing with yourself and your instruments, I’ll be winning the school trophies and getting all the ladies."

A slightly disturbed expression made an appearance on Fukami’s face when she heard the phrase "playing with yourself." Maybe she’s innocent or just shocked that Hisoka would casually say it out loud and in a public area like this.

"So which club are you apart of?" I asked while Fukami tried to process what was mentioned earlier.

Hisoka placed his hand under his chin while replying, "Track and field, but I believe I want a club switch. The main requirement would be lot of female students, so any suggestions?"

If it helps me move along this conversation, I think I will suggest something.

"Well, from the standpoint you just mentioned, one of the best clubs to join would probably be tennis. You can win trophies there; the pretty female students would be bountiful, and they will be wearing those short tennis skirts."

Hisoka’s ears perked up when he made me mention the skirts: "You’re a genius, Kaneko."

Both Matsukura and Takanawa nodded their heads in approval of that statement, so I don’t think I want to be praised for settling a vulgar matter such as that.

While we’re still on the topic, being called a genius is a far stretch; I was just thinking with my second head.

Fukami asked, "Are you one of those guys who think with their genitals, Kaneko-kun?"

Ah, this is what I was trying to avoid, and now it's come full circle.

"Why would you ever think that?"

"The answer you gave sounded like it was influenced by your testosterone when you selected a club for Hisoka-kun."

So I am being judged for expertly selecting the right choice?

"In terms of his requirements, that club was one of the very few matches it."

Fukami seemingly bought that statement, as I mentally exhaled a sigh of relief.

She then added in, "If you're still interested in the music club, there's a student in our class who is a part of it."

"Who would that be?" I asked.

"I'm talking about Murata-chan."

Takawana hugged his shoulders and wiggled a bit when he heard her name, while saying, "Murata-chan is so pretty yet innocent."

I’m definitely not sure what to make of this right now, and also starting to see why girls in our class wouldn't touch these guys with a ten-foot pole.

"Murata-chan? I don't think I have met her yet." I replied, deciding to ignore Takanawa’s strange behavior because I've not the slightest clue on how to even begin addressing it. Maybe a finger wag and a disgusted look on my face would be enough to convey my thoughts.

"She's a pretty quiet girl who keeps to herself, so most times she goes unnoticed."

That sounds like the cute girl who is always brings home cooked meals for lunch every day.

"Oh, I see. Thank you for the information, Fukami-san."

After a bit, we all went our separate ways.

I know it's only been a few days since I have been here, but I should memorize everyone's name as soon as possible. One way could be arrive in class before everyone else and look at each name plate so I can effortlessly match the name with the face.

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