<TL> : A bit late, nonetheless its here. I may not be able to do the usual number of chapters while being here, I’ll try to aim for 2 chapters a week or so.
This chapter marks the end of the chapter on student council issues.
The second term arc will follow.
Dear Father.
How are you spending this damn hot summer?
In Japan, the sun is still shining as usual, the hot asphalt in the distant horizon is flickering like that a mirage.
Why are Japanese summers so hot?
I have no answer to this question.
Thus, I am fine.
Kaede is fine too.
In this digital age, I don’t know why he ordered me to contact him using with letters.
Did he want to make it a topic of conversation at the company that he and his son are exchanging letters?
I don’t think I have anything special to write, so I hope this letter is sufficient.
Last but not least, please raise the amount of my monthly allowance not only of your daughter’s, but also of your beloved son’s.
P.S.
Recently, I could see that the defensive power of the back of your head has been declining, so I recommend an upgrade in your equipment i.e. a change of shampoo.
Shinra Minato.
“Is this how it’s supposed to be…?
I mumbled as I stopped writing.
Appropriate phrases were listed on the thinly patterned paper prepared by Kaede.
But it’s not because it’s a hassle to begin it from scratch.
Definitely not…
A week has passed since the President’s bold declaration.
In the meantime, I have finished digesting my summer vacation assignments and am finally ready to enjoy my summer vacation to the fullest, but my personal problems don’t seem to decrease.
It is becoming unclear whether I will be able to finish my summer vacation easily and enjoyably, or not.
In the end, two things have changed.
The first is that the president has started to contact me on a regular basis.
The line of communication between me and president, which until now had only served as the basis of administrative reports, has evolved a few notches.
Well, the contents are very similar to ordinary daily conversations…
It was the best way to get used to keeping in touch with someone of the opposite sex.
For the first time, there was nothing for me to talk, so I only answered “That’s right”, “Wow”, and “Understood”.
I never thought that my lack of communication skills would be exposed in a situation like this. …you failed me, Minato-kun.
And the second change is the change in Shinra family’s circumstances.
It is the same two siblings as before, and although the parents are still absent, the liveliness has increased …a little too much.
“…Checkmate.”
While I was writing a letter to my father, Kirasaka, who was the only one with a higher and colder gaze than the other visitors, declared this as she placed the piece she had picked up from the board.
On the tabletop were spread out a shogi board and a chess board, wherever she had taken them out from.
Yuuto was playing Shogi and Shizuku was playing Chess.
Against the two, Kirasaka declared her victory with ease, as if it were a matter of course.
“…One more game.”
“Damn, that’s Kirasaka-san for you.”
I will not question these three being in my house anymore.
But there’s a person who is out of the ordinary.
The first-year student from Sakuragaoka Academy, Momiji Shiraishi, was present here.
She was not playing Shogi or Chess, but was standing still with both her hands and knees on the floor, like a horse.
Her arms were shaking and her legs felt unstable.
It was no wonder.
She has Kirasaka Rei sitting on her …back.
“She’s no match for her …and the board there is all black, too.”
“…Why am I the only one being punished…?”
“We can’t allow the losers to complain …this world is a place where the weak have no say.”
Kirasaka looked down at Go (*Othello, whatever you call it), which is placed in front of Shiraishi, as if looking down at her.
There, the black colors are neatly lined up.
In this type of board game, if the ignorant people are going at each other seriously, the element of luck does not intervene.