Chapter 3 — The Transfer Student Who Somehow Shows Up All the Time
April of my second year of high school ended, and May came.
“I’m Sara-Shasty, the transfer student.”
“I’m Sara. As you can see, my Japanese is perfect, so everyone, please treat me well.”
A transfer student at this awkward time in May? Is this Koizu○-kun? Well, setting that aside, the boys visibly raised their spirits and sent yellow cheers at the smile worn by the foreign silver-haired beautiful girl transfer student. I’m embarrassed to show it in my attitude, but my spirits are reasonably up too.
tlnote: haruhi
That said, unfortunately there’s absolutely no chance of me becoming anything more than classmates with her. By coincidence, the seat next to me isn’t empty, I won’t be taking her on a school tour, and there’s no way it’ll turn out that she’s actually a childhood friend I used to play with when I was small.
Because that’s the protagonist’s role.
“Y-you are?!”
Without betraying such expectations, the one who stood up upon seeing the transfer student’s face was none other than the harem-type protagonist, Watagaya Touji.
“Why would someone from [Seeras] transfer here? What are you planning?!”
“Oh my, Touji-san, what do you mean ‘what am I planning’? I’m a legitimate student, you know. There’s nothing strange about attending school like this, is there? Besides, please rest assured. Right now, I have no intention of being antagonistic toward you. Right now, that is.”
So this time it’s the antagonist pattern, huh. Well, at least it’s better than her suddenly firing off magic. Looking at past examples, there was the pattern where she suddenly hugged Touji, the “we were married in a past life” pattern. There was even the pattern where upon meeting she said [You’re the one from this morning…?! Duel me!]
There was also a girl who disappeared right after transferring in. Maybe she was a movie-only heroine.
“You lot, sit down.”
In the classroom that became noisy and chaotic, Tachibana-sensei quietly but with dignified voice admonished Touji and the others. Not just Touji, but the harem members had also stood up with truly terrifying expressions, bloodthirsty.
“I said sit down. There won’t be a third warning.”
With Tachibana-sensei’s final notice, Touji and the others, though seemingly unconvinced, reluctantly suppressed their bloodlust and took their seats. Even though it was happening right in front of me, I felt like I was being shown a scene from an unfamiliar manga. The only thing I understood was that Tachibana-sensei was the strongest.
Though the day began chaotically with the transfer student’s appearance, personally nothing happened to me and the after-school period arrived. During fifth period, for some reason only the transfer student and Touji weren’t in the classroom though. Heh! They were probably doing something at the rooftop or behind the school building, or in a gym storage room that got accidentally locked.
Anyway, it’s nothing to do with me. It’s fine. I have people waiting for me to come. Just my part-time job manager and coworkers though.
I grabbed my bag and stood up, left the classroom and headed to the shoe lockers. While walking down the hallway looking at my smartphone, the transfer student happened to be walking toward me from ahead.
She really does have a pretty face~ I thought while staring, but not wanting to seem like I was gawking, I immediately returned my gaze to my smartphone. Then I saw the part-time job group chat (manager excluded) was in chaos.
One of the staff members was quitting this week, and it was showing a level of excitement like seeing off a veteran soldier. So another person’s quitting, huh. My workload’s going to increase. The other day, all the people in charge of inventory management quit at the same time, so that work’s probably going to be dumped on me too. I’ve only just started to learn my current work.
“As a new classmate, please treat me well.”
Actually, isn’t it too much that my work is being increased even though I haven’t even been there a full month? Since this is my first part-time job I have no comparison, but even so I feel it’s too much.
“Yukiharu-sa—oh my, how cold.”
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Come to think of it, there was a senior who was taken to the hospital in an ambulance a while ago, and I haven’t seen them since. I don’t think they died, but maybe they quit? But no matter what, people are quitting too much. The staff turnover is so high I still can’t match everyone’s faces with their names.
In fact, that might be more of a problem than memorizing the menu…
…Wait, did I just get spoken to?!?!?!?!?
I hurriedly turned around, but the transfer student’s figure was already gone, and I had blown one of my few chances at youth.
The blissful time that arrives as soon as May begins—that’s right, Golden Week. Just as ordinary high school students have holidays, students at the power academy naturally have holidays too, and for the first time in a while, my part-time job is also off. Ever since I woke up this morning, I’ve been getting demon-calls from my workplace every three minutes, but today is definitely my day off. I checked the shift schedule many times so there’s no mistake. I turned off my smartphone’s power.
Now then, what should I do today? Should I play the game my guild members recommended the other day? Or should I work through my backlog of games? Or maybe—
“Yuki-kun, let’s play!!”
“Go home.”
It was all too sudden. Lou, the chairman’s granddaughter, barged into my room without permission, declaring she’d steal my day off. Is she a thief or what?
There’s an intercom for each room at the dorm entrance, so I teach her every time to ask permission when entering a room, but it goes in one ear and out the other. She thinks everything’s forgiven with that elementary schooler-specific innocence.
“We’re playing baseball with everyone but we’re short on people. Yuki-kun, you played a baseball game before so you know the rules, right?”
“I know them but I’m not doing it. Besides, isn’t it wrong for a high schooler to participate in elementary schoolers’ play?”
“Why? It’s totally fine! Besides, Yuki-kun, you’re bad at magic too so it’s okay!!”
You little brat. If you weren’t an elementary schooler I’d give you a piledriver.
“Ah! Now that I think about it, Grandpa said to give this to Yuki-kun.”
Saying that, Lou handed me a folded piece of paper. Wondering about it, I opened it up and saw a message from the chairman written there. The contents were—
[If you play with Lou, I’ll use my chairman authority to cancel next week’s supplementary lessons]
…Oh boy, really now. Do they think I’d be easily hooked by such an obvious reward?
“Alright Lou, let’s play to our heart’s content today.”
“Yay!!”
I’m hooked, aren’t I??
The location was a baseball ground at the riverbank. The white ball released from the pitcher’s hand passed through the strike zone and settled into the catcher’s mitt. Since they were using Supernatural Powers, it was a wonderful straight pitch with movement that you’d never think was thrown by an elementary schooler. Seeing that ball, I declared:
“Strrrike.”
Wait, I’m the umpire? Since they said they were short on people, I thought I’d be a team member for sure, but unexpectedly I was the umpire.
“Strrrike.”
Well, it’s better than participating poorly and getting injured. I feel like the pitch is about 140 kilometers per hour, and if I got hit by a dead ball I might seriously die.
“Strrrike. Batter out.”
“Eeeh!? That was a strike!?”
“Yuki’s strike zone is so wide!!”
Oh boy, you little brats sure have something to say. If you’re expressing dissatisfaction with the umpire’s calls at that age, you’re heading straight for antisocial behavior. Should I eject you? Also, you’re calling me by name without any honorifics like it’s nothing.
“Yuki-kun, all the balls I throw are strikes, okay!”
“That’s unfair, Lou!!”
“I’m batting next!”
“Next, I want to be pitcher!!”
If you just listened to the conversation, they’re lively elementary schoolers having fun playing baseball. Not just boys but girls are naturally mixed in too, and you can really tell they have energy to spare.
Well, what’s actually being conducted is superhuman power baseball though. They seriously throw a fireball straight that’s actually on fire. They fly in the air to catch home runs. When a hit ball splits, the defending side also uses shadow clones. They shoot magic at running runners to stop them… Isn’t that just plain against the rules?
Anyway, superhuman baseball that you’d only see in manga is being conducted right in front of me as if it’s natural. That’s truly a scene you can see precisely because Supernatural Powers exist. But—
“Come to think of it, I’ve gotten used to seeing this kind of scene too.”
One year and one month since jumping into a world where magic and Supernatural Powers exist. I realized anew that the extraordinary had somehow transformed into ordinary daily life. That said, this scene will probably come to an end in less than two years. Upon graduation, I’ll return again to an ordinary daily life without Supernatural Powers, and then—
“Aaaah—!!!”
Ugh, so noisy. Just when I was getting into a nice sentimental mood.
When I looked toward where the voice came from, elementary schoolers had gathered at the riverbank that was the home run zone.
“What’s wrong~?”
I also got curious and approached, and the elementary schoolers were making a commotion while forming a circle around something. That something was—a human.
“Hyuh.”
I involuntarily gasped. But the surprises didn’t end there. The person lying there was a classmate who had just transferred to our class the other day, and was the same person whose greeting I totally ignored—Sara-Shasty.
Such a person was lying there unconscious with blood flowing from her head. …This is bad news.
No, uh, isn’t this seriously really bad? The switch from daily life to extraordinary was way too sudden.
“…What happened to this person?”
“Dunno~!”
“She was already lying here when we noticed!”
“No one was here until just now, right?”
Apparently the children just found Sara lying there and didn’t know the reason why she collapsed.
Well honestly, if this transfer student just collapsed from being caught up in some supernatural phenomenon, I’d just call an ambulance and be done with it.
But if that’s not the case—specifically, if she collapsed because she got hit by a baseball, that’s very bad. Even though it was an elementary schooler who hit her, as the high schooler who was watching the children, I could be held responsible for supervising this incident. There’s no ball lying nearby, but I can’t completely rule out the possibility she was hit by a disappearing magic ball.
…Could I be going to prison? Is Yukiharu’s youth prison arc starting? No, since I’m under 18, would it be juvenile detention? Or does supervisory responsibility not go that far? Ah, no good. I’m panicking and my head won’t work.
For now, let’s get these noisy elementary schoolers away from here. Hey you, don’t poke the corpse (provisional) with the bat.
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