"Natsu Soseki's 'Kokoro,' Chapter Three, the opening section of 'Sensei and His Testant.' Pay special attention to the complexity of his emotions at this point..."
The final class of the day. Sunlight slanted across the desks, bringing with it a sense of afternoon languor.
It was still the sa balding Japanese literature teacher. He held his textbook, clad in leather shoes, pacing the aisle with his hands behind his back.
However, that wasn't what concerned Fuyuji Mikage right now...
The one-month behavioral probation exam had already ended. That ant classroom discipline could, to a certain degree, be relaxed. And this afforded a certain soone an exploitable opportunity.
At this very mont, Fuyuji Mikage sat in his chair with a grim expression. Ever since the previous period, he had been under constant attack from eraser shavings launched from the rear.
Morishita Ai!
You actually dared to be the first to break the "Fuyuji-Morishita Friendly Mutual Non-Aggression Pact." This is no longer ordinary insolence. This calls for a heavy-handed response!
"A testant... is sothing read when the writer is no longer among the living. For the reader, it produces a powerful impact." The Japanese literature teacher walked past the space between their two desks.
But, there was one problem he currently faced. Morishita Ai's position was behind Fuyuji Mikage's. He couldn't just recklessly turn his head around to attack her.
anwhile, Morishita Ai occupied the absolutely advantageous terrain, able to launch offensives at any mont. This was akin to holding the high ground on an ancient battlefield, or so kind of natural chasm—easy to defend, yet difficult to assault!
Damn it all. Even though she's shorter than , why is it that she sits in the back while I sit in the front?!
Tap~
A nearly imperceptible sound rang out atop Fuyuji Mikage's head. An eraser shaving slid down the gap between his clothes and his neck, landing on his back.
Intolerable!
Fuyuji Mikage decisively turned his head and sought help from his potential ally.
At that mont, his ally was diligently taking notes. Strands of her light golden hair cascaded down, obscuring a small portion of her refined profile, possessing the aesthetic beauty of half-concealing a face.
Shiraishi Asuka noticed the signal Fuyuji Mikage cast her way. Her fingers gently tucked the stray locks of hair behind her ear. She tilted her head, her pair of eyes as if capable of speech.
Is sothing the matter?
Help , Shiraishi Mama!
Alright...
You truly are a god! The White Gate...
Having successfully acquired an ally, Fuyuji Mikage's combat strength greatly increased. The battlefield situation had now shifted from defense to offense.
And the enemy, Morishita Ai, was clearly no pushover either. She had already taken note of the two's interaction, her alertness visibly sharpening.
"I have never told this matter to anyone. Since even you were kept in the dark, my relatives, needless to say, and even my wife, I never confessed to." From the far end of the classroom, the Japanese literature teacher walked in this direction.
Now was not the opportune mont to comnce hostilities.
Both sides gained this insight simultaneously. Then, in tacit understanding, they began ramping up logistics production.
Shiraishi Asuka turned slightly sideways. One hand propped up her chin as she observed the movents of the two. Her other hand extended slender fingers that rapped rhythmically against the desktop.
Morishita Ai feigned staring intently at her textbook. In truth, both hands were fiddling with sothing underneath her desk. Her perpetually near-emotionless little face served as her perfect camouflage.
Fuyuji Mikage propped up his textbook, concealing half his face. In his mind, he silently calculated the trajectory of the coming battle. At the sa ti, without revealing any hint, he prepared his secret weapon.
Everyone understood: the next ti the Japanese literature teacher passed by here—that would be the signal for battle to comnce!
"This single sentence condenses the loneliness he bore, his secretive nature, and his most profound 'remorse'."
The Japanese literature teacher's voice deepened. With an expressionless face, he walked through the aisle between the three of them.
In that very instant when all three of them completely entered the teacher's blind spot!
Take this!
With lightning speed that masked the ear, Morishita Ai pulled out from her drawer a simplified slingshot assembled from pens, tape, and rubber bands. At the sa ti, she had additionally equipped it with a barrel attachnt called a "bottle cap," significantly increasing the volley capacity.
With a whoosh, eraser shavings ca flying at Fuyuji Mikage like a celestial maiden scattering blossoms.
A cold glint flashed through Fuyuji Mikage's eyes. A sneer spread across his lips. He had long anticipated she'd use this move.
He swiftly grabbed his textbook and placed it behind his head, using the shield to defend, blocking the entirety of the incoming assault.
Then, he released his textbook and turned around, intending to counterattack!
Unexpectedly, within re seconds, Morishita Ai had already finished reloading her ammunition. Another volley of scattering blossoms ca his way.
Morishita Ai... Masaka!
Fuyuji Mikage stared in shock at the hint of smugness within Morishita Ai's eyes.
Kisama! So you actually preloaded the eraser shavings into individual bottle caps beforehand, using one up and then simply swapping to the next?!
Fuyuji Mikage let out a long sigh. Since you are so utterly rciless as to launch saturation strikes against , then don't bla for showing no quarter either, and resorting to energy weapons against you!
Let us mutually assuredly destroy each other!
Fuyuji Mikage decisively took out the energy refraction device (a mirror) borrowed from his ally. The afternoon sunlight, via the mirror, instantly reflected onto Morishita Ai's face.
Take this! Solar Beam!
"He could not share this heavy burden with the closest person, the one who would accompany him for life. This vividly conveys just how deep his sense of guilt was, and how agonizing it was to continuously bear this sin." The Japanese literature teacher's sorrowful voice continued to drift over.
And yet, this silent war had all unfolded within just those ten-odd seconds.
However, both of them had forgotten one thing: once a war begins, it cannot be stopped by human hands alone.
This was a battle of dignity—a fight to the bitter end!
For a ti, a cataclysmic battle between kinetic weapons and energy weapons played out in the lower left corner of the Class A classroom. Even the great path itself had a corner worn away.
Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~
The dismissal bell rang right on schedule.
In the lower left corner of Class A, two figures, one sprawled forward and one leaning backward, rested against the sa desk.
They were, in all likelihood, already dead.
"Fuyuji Mikage," Morishita Ai lay draped over the desk, eyes closed. Her long, fine eyelashes carried a trace of moisture. "Let us temporarily cease hostilities and re-sign the 'Morishita-Fuyuji Friendly Mutual Non-Aggression Pact.'"
"This intensity of battle has already exceeded the limits that we ourselves can bear."
Fuyuji Mikage's head rested on Morishita Ai's desk. Both eyes silently stared at the expanse of white ceiling. Every now and then, eraser shavings fell from his body.
"You wish to re-sign the 'Fuyuji-Morishita Friendly Mutual Non-Aggression Pact'? Fine. First, pay the penalty fee for breaking the treaty."
"It is the 'Morishita-Fuyuji Friendly Mutual Non-Aggression Pact'! One dinner."
"Acceptable. On the condition that the treaty must explicitly state it is the 'Fuyuji-Morishita' Friendly Mutual Non-Aggression Pact."
"Then it's non-negotiable?"
"...Very well. Both sides concede one step. The treaty na maintains the status quo. Two dinners. Restaurants chosen by ."
Morishita Ai, eyes still closed, extended a hand toward Fuyuji Mikage. Groping along the surface of the desk, she eventually found his head and spread her palm open.
"You are absolutely forbidden from going to that Western restaurant from last ti again. It was a pain in the ass."
Fuyuji Mikage reached his hand upward, fumbling, and grasped Morishita Ai's hand.
"Deal!"
On the thirty-first day of the Fuyuji-Morishita Era, with the signing of the third "Fuyuji-Morishita (Morishita-Fuyuji) Friendly Pact," peace had once again co to the land...
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