Rich Girl Caretaker Vol. 10 Chapter 2

The Manager Type

When the first afternoon class ended, Taisho and Asahi-san came over to my desk during the break.

"Alright, Tomonari. What's the deal with the flyers you handed out today?"

"I'm curious too. The content is different from usual, huh~"

They were both questioning the unusual flyers. Even though I wanted to be honest with them, since they've been so helpful...

"...Sorry. I want to keep this as secret as possible right now."

"Ehh~~!! But I'm so curious~~!!"

"I was so curious I couldn't even concentrate in class."

"Taisho-kun, isn't that just normal for you?"

Asahi-san calmly retorted.

As they said, the content of the flyers we'd handed out this morning was completely different. On Tennouji-san's flyer, only a single short line was written.

Tennouji-san's flyer read:

[After school, on the field]

And Narika's flyer read:

[After school, in the central courtyard.]

Neither one mentioned what they would be doing.

By only giving a time and place, the flyers had raised a lot of questions among the students and had become the talk of every break. It wasn't just Asahi-san and Taisho who had immediately asked me what was going on.

The break ended, and the last class of the day began.

After that class finished and it was time to go home—I bolted from the classroom.

In the same way, Tennouji-san and Narika burst out of their classrooms on the second floor. We exchanged a brief glance, nodded to each other, and hurried to our respective locations.

The essence of this plan was its immediacy.

If it wasn't done quickly... and suddenly, there would be no point.

I ran to the changing room used for P.E., grabbed the costume from my bag, and quickly began to change. After checking my appearance in the mirror, I immediately headed for the first location, the field. I had to be ready before the students left.

When I arrived at the field, Suminoe-san was already setting up the stage. I gave a quick thanks to Suminoe-san, who was deftly setting up the speaker equipment, and immediately helped her.

A few moments later, Tennouji-san arrived at the field.

Wearing a blue dress, Tennouji-san walked gracefully across the field. Many students were surely captivated by her appearance. Students who were supposed to be heading home must have seen the beautiful figure of Tennouji-san pass by and decided to stop. What's going to happen... Filled with anticipation, they followed in her footsteps.

And so, Tennouji-san arrived at the field accompanied by a crowd of students. At the same time, an adult man in a tuxedo appeared from the school gate. ...He's right on time. I was incredibly grateful.

The preparations were complete.

The students' attention was focused.

I signaled to Tennouji-san and nodded.

Tennouji-san smiled with confidence.

"Alright—let's begin."

As the man in the tuxedo approached Tennouji-san, music began to flow from the speakers. Amidst the students' surprise, Tennouji-san began to ballroom dance with the man.

The gentle, slow waltz highlighted Tennouji-san's elegant movements, and in an instant, it captivated the shocked students. The chatter immediately sank into silence. A sacred, untouchable space formed in the middle of the field.

—Guerrilla Marketing.

A bold, unconventional, and sudden advertising strategy. That's what guerrilla marketing is, and that was the plan we were executing.

When I decided to fight Joutou's politician-type with a manager-type battle, I thought of a strategy to market Tennouji-san and Narika as "products." These two products had to be more desirable than the product known as Ren Joutou. That was our condition for victory.

Tennouji-san's selling point is her nobility. To introduce that to more students, I decided to suggest she dance.

Tennouji-san's elegance can't be conveyed through speeches alone. Her classmates might already know it from daily lessons, but much of it surely wasn't getting across to the under- and upperclassmen. Therefore, demonstrating it in public had great value.

Tennouji-san's promise is to make the academy a place where anyone can live a noble life.

So, what does it mean to live a noble life?

The answer was being shown by Tennouji-san, right now.

(...Incredible. The field feels like a ballroom.)

I almost forgot this was an open space; that's how mesmerized I was by her dance. Her gentle movements were so artistic, I couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Her partner was apparently a ballroom dance instructor close to the Tennouji Family. If Tennouji-san becomes president, this performance also doubles as a promotion to invite him as an instructor at the academy.

In the negative campaign, there was a rumor that the etiquette instructors' income would go into Tennouji-san's pocket, but that would never happen. Even if they're close, he's an outsider. There was never an unhealthy financial relationship to begin with.

After three songs, Tennouji-san and her partner both bowed.

As Tennouji-san received a storm of applause, she looked at me with sparkling eyes.

"Tomonari-kun!!"

Small beads of sweat, catching the evening sun, made Tennouji-san shine stunningly.

Called by her, I straightened the collar of my own tuxedo.

Next, I would be dancing with Tennouji-san.

It wasn't just a professional dancer; Tennouji-san herself had decided to dance with me. After I explained the plan last night, she had stressed that she wanted students to learn etiquette, and that a "case model" was necessary.

In other words—I, just an ordinary transfer student, would show that I could dance properly with Tennouji-san.

Showing that sight to everyone was the way to give credibility to Tennouji-san's promise.

Fuuh... I took a small breath, trying to calm the tension in my body.

(...Let's go!!)

With renewed spirits, I faced Tennouji-san.

I placed my right hand on her shoulder and formed our grip. The music began, and I slowly rotated my body to the right.

As I began to turn naturally, my body started to move on its own.

I remembered the time before summer break when Tennouji-san taught me to dance. The techniques she taught me that day seemed to still be ingrained in my body. Dancing with Tennouji-san made that memory even clearer.

I didn't feel afraid. The tension I'd felt earlier suddenly vanished.

The time I'd spent learning to dance from Tennouji-san wasn't very long. But I felt as if I had already danced with her a thousand times. The memory was carved that strongly into my mind.

"Itsuki-kun."

Tennouji-san called to me in a gentle voice.

"You've really improved so much."

"...It's all thanks to you, Tennouji-san."

She really is a brave person. ...I was a little surprised she used my first name in front of so many students, but in this situation, a private conversation wouldn't be heard by anyone.

This was our sanctuary.

A stage of light, the most conspicuous place, where no one else could enter.

"How much courage I've gotten from your efforts..."

Tennouji-san whispered, looking at me directly.

With a Reverse Turn, we returned to the center of the field.

"For your sake, too, I will become student council president."

Tennouji-san looked incredibly dignified as she poured out her deep conviction.

Her gaze was different from her usual passionate, competitive one. It was like a calm lake, without a single ripple. For Tennouji-san, the goal of becoming president might not just be something she's chasing, but a mission she must accomplish.

"Please help us with the questionnaire!!"

I heard Suminoe-san's voice. As I glanced over while dancing, I saw her handing out questionnaires to the students, just as we'd arranged.

The appeal of guerrilla marketing lies in the fun of an unconventional event. This time, I didn't want to ruin the "surprise" concept, so I decided to keep the number of collaborators to a minimum to increase secrecy.

I had been hesitant about involving Taisho and Asahi-san, but in the end, I didn't. The reason was that they are the "ideal model" of students. I felt it was better for them to enjoy this from the same perspective as everyone else, rather than be on the inside.

And my guess was right. Asahi-san was watching our dance with her classmates. Her pure enjoyment of the event was surely having a positive influence on the other students.

I didn't see Taisho, but he'd probably gone to Narika's location.

After seeing Suminoe-san hand a questionnaire to Asahi-san, I refocused on the dance. I wouldn't let my guard down at the end and would dance perfectly.

Analyzing data from questionnaires is also a strategy mastered by the Manager Type. Although there were only a few days left, I decided to conduct surveys every time from today until the last day. I would regularly ask the students what they expected from Tennouji-san and Narika.

After the dance finished, we received thunderous applause.

"It seems this was a success, yes?"

In the rain of applause, Tennouji-san smiled, satisfied. I think I had a similar expression.

As I was designing this guerrilla marketing, I felt my perspective broadening.

Election activities aren't just about speeches. There are so many more things to try. The politician type like Joutou might be skilled in speeches and will keep doing them, but we, the Manager Type, have a different way of fighting. Creating the battlefield itself is our specialty.

I think the market—the voters—was already getting bored with an election that was only speeches. That's why an event like this touched their hearts.

In the current market, there were too many speeches.

So, we provided a new supply.

"Tennouji-san. I'm going to head off..."

"You're going to Miyakojima-san's location, right? I'm praying for success there, too."

I was executing a similar strategy on Narika's side. Although, the content was completely different.

I tried to head toward Narika in the central courtyard.

Just before that—Tennouji-san said,

"You should hold your head high."

Tennouji-san looked at me, her face slightly sweaty.

"You are now my equal."

Those words echoed in my heart.

There was no time. I loosened the collar of my tuxedo slightly and ran toward the central courtyard.

On the way, my vision started to blur.

(...Damn it.)

I almost started to cry.

Tennouji-san had said the words I wanted to hear most.

It was really unfair of her to say that at a time and place like this. Those words hit me so hard, reminding me of the amateur I was when I first learned to dance from her.

As I ran, so many memories resurfaced. The first time I was corrected on my posture, learning academics and etiquette, studying together in the summer class, and when she accompanied me in the Management Tournament.

I had told Tennouji-san I wanted to be her equal when she helped me rest during the tournament. We had danced together then, too.

Since that time, it seems I've grown properly.

I know. ...This isn't my goal.

I'm not really Tennouji-san's equal. The view that we're equal only applies to this one moment, in this specific situation.

Even so, I was so happy that my efforts were acknowledged that it almost brought me to tears.

...There's still so much work to do.

I can't cry here.

When I arrived at the central courtyard, a large crowd of students had already gathered. Just like at Tennouji-san's event, people had gathered for Narika, which was a relief. Also, in a pleasant surprise, several students had followed me from the field, as if chasing me. Since I didn't have time to change, I had run here in my tuxedo, but it seems that became good promotion.

After passing through the crowd, I reached the center of the courtyard, where Kita was preparing something.

"Kita-kun, sorry. I left all the prep to you."

"It's no problem."

Kita's reply was accompanied by sweat on his brow. But he continued with an energetic smile.

"I'm supporting Miyakojima-san too, and I wanted to help."

That pure feeling must have gotten through to Narika.

Thanks to Kita's preparations, I barely had to help. Finally, I adjusted the position of the tatami mats spread on the ground, then picked up the microphone.

"Alright everyone, we will—"

I glanced at Narika, who was waiting in the middle of the mats.

Narika gave a short nod.

"—We will now present an iai-jutsu technique demonstration by student council candidate, Narika Miyakojima."

Narika, wearing a black kimono, stared intently at the bamboo pole in front of her.

The gathered students all held their breath.

In the past, that stare was considered frightening. But after the tournament, Narika slowly cleared up the misunderstandings, and now her graceful bearing has become an unrivaled weapon.

In this guerrilla marketing, I wanted to convey Narika and Tennouji-san charm to everyone. But, even if the goal was the same, I thought we should separate the direction of the strategy.

Tennouji-san's strategy was designed to convey her already known charms more concretely. The result was the dance. For Kiou Academy students, a dance party is a familiar event. When Tennouji-san becomes president, various classes will be held, and one day they might be able to dance as elegantly as her. Giving the students a concrete vision like that was the goal.

On the other hand, I felt Narika's charms hadn't been fully conveyed.

More accurately, I felt what was being conveyed wasn't enough.

As Kita said in his speech, Narika's greatest charm is her ability to keep growing. But that charm can only be felt by people who are always watching her; it's hard for others to grasp. Even if they did, the appeal of "continuous growth" could be interpreted as "having nothing right now." Since Narika had shown results in the Management Tournament, most students wouldn't be that pessimistic, but entrusting yourself to an unknown quantity feels like an uncertain hope.

Therefore, I wanted to show one of Narika's charms that could be seen right now.

I had already told other students like Nishi-san and Abeno-san that Narika is an expert in martial arts and flower arrangement. In this field, you could say she has no rival.

"Suu—"

Narika took a quiet breath. At that moment, I felt her concentration sharpen like a honed blade.

Narika continued to focus, deeply, calmly, as if sinking endlessly into herself.

Even with so many people gathered, a perfect silence suddenly fell. You could even hear the sound of leaves rustling in the wind.

"Ha————!!"

In an instant, Narika swung her blade.

The swing was so beautiful that everyone was mesmerized. But I couldn't even see the blade. Even though I felt I was watching closely, I must have blinked right before.

But I sensed something was wrong.

The bamboo, which should have been cut, remained standing, unchanged.

Don't tell me... she cut the air? No, Narika usually seems unconfident, but when it comes to martial arts, she has extraordinary talent. There's no way she'd make a mistake like that in front of a crowd...

As my anxiety spiked, Narika sheathed her sword and bowed gracefully.

Then, Narika touched the bamboo with her scabbard.

The bamboo trembled, and the top half fell to the ground.

"... Huh?"

What does that mean?

It means Narika had cut the bamboo. But because her sword-stroke was too sharp, the bamboo didn't fall, and remained in place even after being cut?

...Huh?

...Is something like that even humanly possible?

After a slight delay, applause began to sound. A few seconds later, a thunderous ovation was given to Narika. It seems everyone needed time to understand the situation.

Narika looked proud, as if everything had gone according to plan, but I saw it clearly. Before the applause started, her face was panicked, as if to say, "Did I mess up?"

Come to think of it, Narika is always like this. In the Management Tournament, too, she unconsciously defeated other competitors... She's a person who can only do zero or a hundred.

(...Well, I guess this counts as a success.)

With this much applause, there's no way this could be called a failure.

The cross-section of the bamboo that fell on the tatami was beautiful. It was impossible to think it was the work of a human. It was so good, I was almost shocked.

In any case, with this I was able to show that Narika has something unique.

The fact that she has a skill that's second to none, in an academy filled with elite students, is sure to grab their attention.

As I felt relieved at the success of the guerrilla marketing, an especially loud round of applause echoed.

I turned and saw Joutou standing there.

"What an amazing move," he said, approaching Narika.

"Since we have the opportunity, may I try as well?"

"Eh...?"

After taking the sword from Narika, Joutou stood in front of a spare bamboo pole.

Joutou closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly drew the sword.

"Fu—!"

The blade was swung with determination, cutting the bamboo diagonally.

The cut bamboo fell to the tatami.

"Hmm... As I thought, I can't beat Miyakojima-san."

After sheathing the sword, Joutou stroked the cut section of the bamboo and said.

Applause erupted again. But this time, the target of the applause was Joutou, not Narika.

(...We were outplayed.)

I should have researched it first.

I had no idea Joutou also had knowledge of iai-jutsu.

Of course, his ability couldn't compare to Narika's. But Joutou had more than enough skill for someone just jumping in.

Guerrilla marketing is a surprise strategy. I intended to use this to create a performance that Joutou and his team couldn't respond to in time, but... in a sense, Joutou had just made the most sudden intervention of all.

Joutou's sudden arrival made the audience cheer.

After returning the sword to Narika, Joutou accepted a microphone from Rintaro, who was standing beside him.

"Miyakojima-san, I have a suggestion."

Joutou's voice echoed through the courtyard via the microphone and speaker.

"How about we compete with our brains next?"

"O-Our brains...?"

Narika's face went pale.

...Idiot. Don't show your lack of confidence so obviously in front of everyone.

It's not that Narika's grades are bad, but compared to Tennouji-san and Joutou, she would definitely look lacking.

But, seeing Narika's tense face, Joutou added, "It's not about grades."

"How about we hold a debate between the three presidential candidates after classes tomorrow? The theme will be the 'traditions of Kiou Academy.'"

The first reaction to Joutou's suggestion came not from me or Narika, but from the audience.

"Woahh...!"

Seeing the excited students, I felt my heart sink.

(...There's no way we can refuse this.)

If I refused here, it would disappoint the students and damage Narika's appeal.

From the start, Joutou had no intention of letting us refuse. He used Narika's performance to grab the students' attention and cleverly proposed a form of competition that would excite them. He's a brilliant showman.

I nodded silently at Narika, who was looking at me for guidance.

Although Narika looked a little anxious, she faced Joutou and said,

"...Alright, I accept the challenge."

"In that case, until tomorrow. Please give my regards to Tennouji-san."

After saying that, Joutou finally left.

...Tennouji-san probably has no intention of backing down from this challenge, either.

Joutou likely calculated that and cornered Narika first. The one most likely to be refused had to be put in a position where she couldn't say no, by using the atmosphere of the crowd.

Behind Joutou's back, I felt as if I could see the shadow of Minato-senpai, who wasn't even here.

◆

I immediately told Tennouji-san about Joutou's debate invitation. As expected, she decided to accept the challenge. The debate would be held after school tomorrow, so we decided to hold a strategy meeting at the academy.

After contacting Shizune-san and asking her to have Hinako go home first, I followed Tennouji-san's lead down the school corridor.

"This is the self-study room."

Tennouji-san opened the door, and I entered with Narika.

She had said she knew a place we could use, and this room was indeed very comfortable. It was filled with computers, and there was a large whiteboard at the front.

"So a place like this existed."

"Yes. But, as you can see, it's not used very often. Many students at this academy go home as soon as classes are over."

The self-study room was empty. Since we were going to discuss important things, I was lucky no one was around, but it also felt a bit lonely to use a room this big for just us.

It didn't seem to be used for classes. It was just a room for self-study, but all the Kiou Academy students are so busy, they usually go straight home.

"...If I become president, I'd like to make better use of places like this."

Tennouji-san murmured. Seeing the room, it seemed she'd gotten a hint for something to do.

Since it was empty, let's confidently use the seats in the middle. I turned on a PC in the center of the room and sat down.

"Alright, let's start the strategy meeting to win this debate."

Tennouji-san and Narika sat down next to me.

"The theme is the 'traditions of Kiou Academy,' right?"

"Yes. ...This theme clearly favors the other side, but conversely, if we can put forth a useful opinion, we could rapidly increase our support."

The debate will likely be in a formal format. Each candidate will present their views on the "traditions," and the discussion will grow from there. We have to be prepared for the possibility that those views might be wrong or that some students won't be helped by them.

It's impossible that the three candidates will just state their opinions and be done; it won't be a calm development. If that were the case, it would be no different from a speech.

"First of all, what exactly are the 'traditions of Kiou Academy'?"

Narika asked, her eyes reflecting the light of the monitor.

It was a profound question, in its innocence. As Narika said, we have to think about that first.

"Okay, let's list everything we can think of."

I opened the notepad app that came pre-installed on the PC and started to summarize the traditions in a few points. Behind that, I was also thinking about activities other than the debate. It would probably be hard to give a speech after school tomorrow if there's a debate. But...

(The strategy to counter the negative campaign by providing campaign promise details worked. The priority for speeches is low now.)

To overcome Rintaro's negative campaign, we summarized the campaign promises and created an environment where everyone could freely check them online. Thanks to that, Tennouji-san's and Narika's promises were understood more deeply by the students.

I was worried when the negative campaign was spreading, but now that it's resolved, it's actually become a tailwind for us. In the end, it just helped spread our platform.

"...In general, it's more or less like this."

Tennouji-san said, looking at the monitor.

I had written down four things I considered traditions of Kiou Academy.

• Many students' parents are business owners or politicians.
• The curriculum is far superior to a general high school's.
• There is a unique class called the Management Tournament.
• There is a not-insignificant gap based on family background.

Both good and bad traditions, I listed what I'd felt recently.

Looking at the monitor, I suddenly had a doubt.

"Should I delete this data before we finish?"

"It's fine to leave it. The computers here reset when they're restarted."

If that's the case, I'll leave it.

"I was also thinking of these four things, but it seems their side already knows them."

"That's right. Everything written here has already been mentioned by Joutou in his speeches."

If these four things become the topics, what's important is how we dig deeper.

"The fourth point... we have to handle that one carefully."

Narika said in a small voice.

The gap based on family background. Seeing that, Narika was probably reminded that her own family background is higher than most.

But I didn't agree with her "guilty party" attitude.

"I don't think either of you needs to feel burdened by this."

Seeing Narika's confused look, I continued.

"The 'family gap' isn't just felt by those 'below,' but also by those 'above.' ...Narika, you've been misunderstood and suffering for a long time, right? One of the reasons people kept their distance was because of your high background."

"...If you put it that way, that's true."

Because they come from a prominent family, they can't speak carelessly. ...Who is the victim in this way of thinking? It's always the students from prominent families who decide to keep their distance. They are often unilaterally alienated.

If they're alienated, they also lose the understanding of those around them.

(...In a sense, Hinako also suffers from this.)

It might be slightly different from discrimination, but there's no doubt the person who suffers most from a high family background is Hinako. The mental burden she has to bear as the "perfect Ojou-sama" is immense. That's why the position of caretaker exists.

"In dealing with this 'gap' problem, I have the opposite approach to Joutou-kun."

"I see."

For some reason, I felt this area would become the core of the debate. To organize our ideologies, I confirmed my understanding out loud.

"Right now, there's a gap in the academy. Joutou-kun's thinking is that everyone should 'adjust to those below.'"

Inviting commoners to the academy and learning to behave so that high-background students can adjust to those below. That's their goal.

"On the other hand, Tennouji-san thinks everyone should 'adjust to those above.'"

Tennouji-san thinks low-background students should be trained to adapt to the high-class environment.

"And Narika thinks the academy shouldn't be concerned with family background at all."

Narika is trying to create an academy where it's easy for people to change through interaction. If people suffering from the gap can change themselves, it will lead to liberation from that gap.

In fact, Narika was liberated from her own loneliness by changing herself.

"These three approaches are very different, aren't they."

Tennouji-san said.

These three different approaches will likely be the trigger for the debate.

"Tomonari-kun, I'd like to attack with this line of reasoning."

"Alright. ...Narika, are you okay with this?"

"Yes. I also feel it's easier to talk about my experiences in this area."

Narika, who rose from her slump, is now in a position where she can use the fame from that slump. Those who used to fear her will now take her words seriously.

If there's a problem...

"...Narika, it seems you'll be speaking in public again. Will you be okay?"

"I-I'll be fine. Compared to before, I'm better. ...At least, I think so."

She seemed less than convincing.

"In that case, try standing there and giving a random speech."

"Hmm... Alright. I'll prove that I can do it if I try."

Narika stood in front of the whiteboard.

I know she can do it if she tries.

But I also know all too well how big the difference is when she can't.

"What I want to say about the traditions of Kiou Academy is—"

Narika began.

But partway through, she stopped and looked at me.

"...I-Itsuki? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"This is a way to overcome your nervousness. Please continue."

I wanted to check if she was used to people's gazes.

"I-In my opinion, about the traditions..."

"..."

"Umm... if we're talking about the family gap..."

"..."

As I thought, she's still not used to being watched. Narika looked restless.

"W-Wait!!"

Narika shouted, her face bright red.

"If you stare at me like that, I can't speak properly!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't be nervous?"

"I-I'm not nervous! It's just... something else is bothering me...!!"

Something else?

"Don't make excuses."

"U-uhh... uhh...!!"

Narika started to tremble.

Hmm, weird. I thought she'd gotten a little better, but she seems even more anxious than before.

As I watched Narika avert her gaze, the door to the study room opened.

"Excuse me. ...Tomonari-kun, the questionnaire sorting is done."

Suminoe-san entered, carrying the questionnaires.

Behind her was Kita. I had asked them both to collect and sort the papers. Even though we handed out a lot, they finished quickly, which was a great help.

"Thank you, Suminoe-san, Kita-kun."

I accepted the stack from them.

I glanced at Narika, who was sighing in relief, muttering, "I'm saved..." ...If I have time, I'll check on her again later.

"Miyakojima-san, good luck."

"Yes. Kita-kun, thanks as always."

Kita encouraged Narika before leaving. We could have chatted a bit longer, but it seems he's being considerate of our time before the debate.

"Tennouji-sama, I am supporting you with all my heart."

Suminoe-san also gave her encouragement.

"Thank you. ...By the way, why are you calling me 'sama'?"

"It's a habit. I can't change it."

Suminoe-san smiled sweetly. Tennouji-san's smile, however, looked strained.

...She's in critical condition.

Someone, please take Suminoe-san to a hospital.

This is a person who, before, was known for her clean and graceful impression...

"Tomonari-kun."

Before leaving, Suminoe-san motioned to me.

Is this a secret talk? Curious, I stepped out of the room with her.

"If Tennouji-sama doesn't win, I won't forgive you, okay?"

"...I'll do my best."

"If it gets desperate, we can slip some medicine into that Ren Joutou's food. If you don't have the guts, I can do it for you."

"Please don't."

Before I met Rintaro, I thought no one at this academy relied on such dirty tricks...

But they exist. And one is right near me.

"Seriously, please don't, okay?"

"...Tch."

Hey, did she just click her tongue?

Good thing I made sure.

After Suminoe-san left, I took a deep breath and went back into the room. ...She's like a hurricane. Mentally.

"What did you two talk about?"

"...She proposed a strategy, but it was too extreme, so I shut it down."

After explaining vaguely, I checked the questionnaires they had sorted.

The content was simple, asking what kind of president they wanted Tennouji-san and Narika to be. To be honest, I'd never done such a simple survey before. I'd only ever gathered them to find the real opinions of Hinako's support group.

Now, I have to start thinking about the final speech.

The last day of the campaign is next Monday. Today is Wednesday, so ignoring today and the weekend, there are only three days left.

If I immediately implement the survey results and put out a different statement, I risk causing confusion. This was true before, but with only three days left, there's no time to calm that confusion. Any changes have to be made carefully.

I plan to understand all the results today, but I'll consider how to implement them up until the last day. Rushing this could be disastrous.

(............Hmm?)

As I was checking the survey answers, I felt a sense of wrongness.

This is probably...

"Itsuki, what's wrong?"

"Hmm... no, it's nothing."

As I frowned, Narika looked over, but I decided to stay quiet.

(...I don't think I need to bring this up now.)

It has nothing to do with the debate.

And depending on the circumstances, this might be something I should keep to myself.

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The eleventh day of the election period, after school.

The debate planned by Joutou was about to begin.

"...This setup is pretty grand."

When I arrived at the auditorium, I couldn't help but murmur that at the sight before me.

The auditorium was being used as the debate venue. Rintaro had told me during lunch that Joutou and his friends were handling the prep, so I'd left it to them, but the preparations were far more serious than I had imagined.

Three tables were placed at equal distances in the center of the auditorium, facing each other in a triangle. A chair was set at each one. The three presidential candidates would sit there.

Audience seats were arranged in a circle around them.

I had thought the candidates would be debating on the stage, but it looked like this "match" would take place in the middle of the floor, like a boxing ring.

(They'll be watched from all sides... Is this some kind of intimidation tactic?)

A deeply unpleasant stage had been set. There was no way a setup this uncomfortable was an accident.

From previous speeches, I knew Joutou was used to being watched. Therefore, he had deliberately created a stage where the audience's gaze would be focused. It might not be a problem for him, but for Tennouji-san and... especially Narika, this was a difficult environment.

"Tomonari-kun, I'm heading out."

"I'm... going, too."

They had both mentally prepared themselves. Tennouji-san smiled confidently, while Narika wore a tense expression.

"I'll be watching from here. Let's fight according to the plan."

Tennouji-san and Narika nodded, then headed to the center of the auditorium where Joutou was waiting.

Unfortunately, in the limited time we had, I couldn't prepare a surefire way to win. However, I was able to prepare a strategy to increase our chances.

I'd broken down the "traditions of Kiou Academy" theme into several categories, and I'd prepared arguments focused on the one that was easiest for us to talk about. Once the debate started, I wanted to steer the conversation to that category. If we could do that, we should get the upper hand.

"We will now begin the debate between the three candidates for student council president. I, Asahi Rintaro, candidate for vice president, will be moderating."

In the center, Rintaro held a microphone and gave the opening remarks.

"Our theme is the 'traditions of Kiou Academy.' The three candidates will discuss this theme for the next hour."

I and the other spectators looked at the three candidates seated in their chairs. Joutou, Tennouji-san, and Narika... all three stood with serious faces.

"Alright, then… you may begin."

Rintaro announced the start.

The auditorium instantly fell silent. There was no applause or cheering. The gazes of the students—the future leaders of the country—were fixed straight on the center of the room.

"As the one who proposed this debate, I will begin."

The first to speak was Joutou.

"In my opinion, many of Kiou Academy's traditions only worsen the students' complexes. For example, the system that only allows students from prominent families to enter. Because there's judgment based on background from the very start, everyone accepts the existence of a 'family gap' after enrolling. This atmosphere that makes the problem difficult to bring up is, itself, a bad tradition, isn't it? That's why I want to push for commonizing Kiou Academy and eventually remove family background from the entry requirements. I want to fundamentally address the complex that everyone hides in their hearts: the family gap."

As expected... Joutou's opinion struck a chord with me as a "commoner."

Even though I hide it, my true identity is just an ordinary person. —That's why I have to try harder, I thought, but not everyone can be like that. There might be students who are broken by the difference in background. I could have been in the same situation if I'd taken one wrong step.

However, the solution wasn't just to commonize the academy.

"Regarding that gap,"

Tennouji-san began her counter.

"I want to resolve it in a way that is the polar opposite of Joutou-kun's."

"...By the way, Tennouji-san, you also mentioned background in your first speech, didn't you?"

"Yes," Tennouji-san replied, nodding.

As Joutou said, Tennouji-san had also been aware of the family gap problem from a fairly early stage. But even though they saw the same problem, their proposed solutions were different.

"I have also heard your speech several times, so I'm starting to understand this 'commonizing' you're proposing. ...I don't intend to oppose the idea of knowing the outside world. However, I feel this idea of 'adjusting' to the outside world is too forced. If we must adjust, we should adjust to the characteristics of Kiou Academy. Otherwise, there's no meaning in being at this academy."

"The characteristics of Kiou Academy, you say?"

Joutou smiled coldly.

"Not everyone is at this academy of their own free will."

After saying that, Joutou looked around at the audience surrounding them.

"I'd like to ask everyone here. ...Did you have any other choice besides enrolling in Kiou Academy?"

Not a single student nodded.

Even though Kiou Academy is an extraordinary environment, it didn't mean all the students wanted it. That fact now became clear.

There were probably students here who... were forced to enroll.

"You say it as if everyone here is proud to be Kiou Academy students, but this is the reality. ...Tennouji-san, you speak from the assumption that the school's culture is 'correct,' but what is the basis for that assumption? You firmly refuse to change the current system. That's why you're called 'conservative,' isn't it?"

"...Ugh."

With a single word, he put himself in a superior position.

Joutou was fully exploiting the energetic impression of the word "Reformists." Being "conservative" shouldn't be a bad thing, but he'd created an atmosphere where it made us sound lazy.

However, that atmosphere was changed by Narika.

"It's not that we think the academy needs no changes. In fact, if I become president, I want to create an academy where every student can change themselves."

Narika wasn't specifically defending Tennouji-san.

This was a three-way race. As if to show that, the three chairs were set at equal distances. However, the one who had first lumped Tennouji-san and Narika together as "conservatives" was Joutou.

This "two-versus-one" situation was created by Joutou himself. So, his side really couldn't complain. With that in mind, I confidently watched the debate unfold—.

"Miyakojima-san, your argument relies on student autonomy."

Joutou's rebuttal was far sharper than we had imagined.

"The students here, who've had no chance to change, will just be confused if you suddenly tell them they can. Even if you become president and realize your promise, I can only see a meaningless future."

"Th-That's not true..."

"I know you were once feared due to a misunderstanding. But your thinking, which helped you get out of that, is influenced by survivorship bias."

Joutou spoke with a passion, as if moved by a sense of justice.

"You had the ability to change yourself from the start. In other words, you had your family background!"

"—!"

Narika was stunned.

In short, Joutou was saying that there were many students besides Narika who wanted to change, but most of them failed. Narika only succeeded not because of her personal effort, but because she had a good family background? That was his point.

Honestly, this opinion should have made us angry, but both Narika and I were silent.

It's embarrassing to admit, but… that thought hadn't even crossed our minds.

Narika was able to change because she kept trying, despite so many failures.

I, who was right beside her, knew that better than anyone. But many people at this academy didn't. Joutou's words must have resonated deeply with them.

"If you want to create an academy where students can change themselves, you must change the academy itself. That is my idea of commonizing Kiou Academy."

Narika couldn't say anything to Joutou, who stated his opinion with such confidence.

This was a bad flow. ...But I felt a discomfort deeper than just nervousness.

(...What is this?)

Something felt... off.

Why were we being pushed this far back?

We weren't arrogant enough to think we'd win easily. Joutou's strength was real, and this debate was his idea. We were fighting on his turf, so Tennouji-san, Narika, and I all knew the chances of losing weren't low.

But, even so...

(No matter how I look at this... why are his rebuttals always so perfect?)

The theme was "traditions." The family gap was just one topic. There was plenty more to discuss: parents, classes, the Management Tournament... From all those topics, we chose to focus on the family gap and attack from there. We had prepared arguments specifically for this.

So, when the debate started and the topic shifted to the family gap, I was secretly thrilled, thinking, "Perfect!" We could debate the topic we were most prepared for.

And yet, Joutou was able to counter our prepared arguments as if he were just improvising. He even added more information than we had.

From any angle, his arguments were just too good.

Even if Joutou was a politician-type with rare talent, this was too much.

"I object!!"

Tennouji-san's sharp voice cut through.

"Joutou-san, what you're aiming for isn't reform. It's a 'scrap and build' that brings great destruction. Your promises will create far more chaos than Miyakojima-san's!"

If "creating chaos" was the problem, then Joutou's plan was the bigger issue. That was Tennouji-san's argument.

"Besides, you just said it, didn't you? 'What is the basis that Kiou Academy's traditions are correct?'"

"Ah, I did say that."

"The basis is—the achievements of our graduates."

Joutou's brow furrowed slightly.

The leadership of the conversation had passed to Tennouji-san.

(Nice. Tennouji-san successfully steered the conversation in the direction she prepared.)

If possible, I want to crush Joutou's momentum right here.

Tennouji-san unleashed the critique she had prepared for Joutou.

"Kiou Academy's graduates are people who are achieving great things in society right now. The glory they've attained proves the 'correctness' of this academy. Your plan to 'commonize' it will tear down that very glory. It sounds nice to be a 'Reformist,' but can your 'reform' guarantee the future of the students here?"

Can the hearts of the students here even follow Joutou's reform?

As Tennouji-san said, Joutou's reform was massive; it was a "scrap and build." A reform this big must come with corresponding risks.

If it fails, there's no going back to the old system... Joutou's Commonization is a ship with only two choices: reach new land or sink halfway. Once it sails, there's no returning to how things were.

Do the students here truly have the courage to board that ship?

And if they do, does Joutou have the ability to meet those expectations?

A thousand gazes pierced Joutou.

But Joutou remained steadfast.

"Take a look at this."

As Joutou spoke, materials were displayed on the stage screen. It seemed he had prepared them.

Our eyes went wide when we saw the content.

"This...!!"

"This is a graphed survey of graduate career paths."

A large pie chart was displayed. We could clearly see the percentage of graduates who chose which career.

Most high school students choose to continue their education, but the problem was the next stage, after university.

"Graduates of Kiou Academy, in the end, mostly inherit their parents' businesses, or become politicians or civil servants, similar to their parents. But in recent years, this trend has begun to collapse. As this graph shows, the number of graduates starting businesses from scratch is increasing."

Is that true...?

There must be many students, like me, who are just learning this. Everyone looked intrigued, paying close attention to Joutou's materials.

"As technology develops, ways of working are diversifying. The barrier to entry for private business is lower, and the market itself has grown. Even if Kiou Academy doesn't change, the times are changing. So, shouldn't the academy change with the times?"

I almost nodded in agreement. But before I could, I was struck by a flaw hidden in the material.

(That material is misleading, but if you look closely, the content is pretty shallow...?)

For something shown to so many students, the quality wasn't very high. It was probably something made in a hurry yesterday or today.

But if so... why?

Why was this made in such a hurry?

It was as if... it suddenly became necessary...

(...This isn't a coincidence.)

The discomfort I felt earlier and this new discomfort connected.

His all-too-perfect rebuttals. And this material, which seemed prepared in response to Tennouji-san's exact argument.

(Our strategy... has been leaked.)

It was the only possibility I could think of.

"The number of students breaking from the path set by their parents is increasing. Therefore, shouldn't we get to know the outside world? What I want isn't a 'scrap and build' that just creates chaos! This is the new survival strategy for our academy!"

Joutou launched his sweet-sounding words.

But, now certain of the cause of my discomfort, I stared at Joutou with a sharp gaze.

In the center, Tennouji-san and Narika looked pale. They were speechless, having been thoroughly defeated.

I wanted to run to them and tell them they hadn't lost.

But how did the students around us see it?

"——That's enough!!"

Rintaro's voice echoed through the hall.

"As we've spent a lot of time, we will end the debate here. If you have anything you'd like to say, please do so now."

As if Tennouji-san or Narika could say anything.

Joutou stood up and took the microphone.

"This discussion was not to determine a victory or defeat in our thinking."

Looking at the students, Joutou continued,

"However... I believe I have shown who is the most reliable."

After saying that, Joutou sat back down.

Slow applause began to sound. It quickly became a great wave that shook the auditorium. The unending applause seemed to want to crush Tennouji-san and Narika.

"With that, the discussion is over. Thank you for your attention."

Rintaro closed the debate. I wanted to immediately approach Tennouji-san and the others to console them. But I had something I had to do.

As the students began to leave, I headed toward Rintaro.

"Rintaro."

"Tomonari-senpai?"

"Come here for a second."

Rintaro looked confused, but he obediently followed.

We left the auditorium and immediately moved behind the school building. I wanted to expose the truth in front of everyone, but Rintaro would probably just clam up. Right now, confirming the facts was most important.

"How did you steal it?"

When I asked, Rintaro tilted his head.

"Steal what?"

"You had the list of answers we prepared for the debate, didn't you?"

Rintaro's eyes went wide in shock. His reaction surprised me. He didn't look like he was faking.

"...You didn't know, Rintaro?"

"No. ...At least, I didn't."

Rintaro answered with a serious expression. At that moment, footsteps approached.

"——For security reasons, the Academy's PCs are always reset every time they're restarted."

A girl appeared from around the corner of the building.

"But, what would happen if that setting had been disabled beforehand?"

The girl smiled boldly. If the reset setting was disabled, the data created on that PC would remain. Meaning, it could be retrieved later. That's how she must have stolen the plan we'd prepared.

"You can't be like that, Tomonari-kun. How could you let important information be stolen so easily?"

"...Minato-senpai."

The former student council president, Maki Minato, appeared before us calmly. This probably had nothing to do with Rintaro. From her tone, she was the mastermind.

"How did you know... we were using the self-study room?"

"Haha, you're still giving me more credit than I deserve."

Minato-senpai laughed.

"I told you, I'm different from him. ...I didn't know you would use the self-study room. But I did predict that you, forced into a debate, would hold a strategy meeting at the academy to save time. Therefore, I 'operated' on the security of all the PCs in this academy, and after you left, I restarted them one by one to check for traces. ...I didn't get any sleep, thanks to that."

We didn't have much time after we agreed to the debate. Minato-senpai must have tampered with the PCs before Joutou even proposed the idea... back when we were doing the guerrilla marketing.

But I never imagined she'd use such a forceful method...

"It's dirty, isn't it? Not cool, right? But that's me. You associate with naturally talented people, so you could never understand my deep-seated resolve. It's a shame, but you're one of them, too."

"That's not..."

"Don't say it's not true. After all, he acknowledged you."

Minato-senpai no longer tried to hide her pent-up feelings. Dark emotions swirled behind her eyes. As we spoke, I felt as if I'd be sucked into that deep darkness.

I had misunderstood. The scary thing about Minato-senpai wasn't her "ability to read situations." She could probably only do that as well as any normal person. But she could cover that gap with her extraordinary resolve.

Even if there's a difference in talent, she'll cover it with tenacious spirit. That's how Maki Minato-senpai fights. She's been fighting like that in this academy full of geniuses.

"Tomonari-kun. You might not know this, but at this academy, there are students who run for the student council using bribes."

I didn't know that. But now, it didn't seem strange. There were probably students like that, and I just didn't know.

"...So, what happened to that student?"

"I made them withdraw. Thank goodness I realized it before the election began."

Minato-senpai let out a breath of relief, as if imagining a different future.

"There are people who pull dirty, underhanded tricks at this academy. And the student council must have the ability to stop such evil plans."

After hearing that, I finally understood what Minato-senpai was trying to say. If you can't see through an evil plan, you're not fit to be on the council. That's what she wanted to say.

"...So, are you saying we should be using dirty tricks, too?"

"Yes. I agree with Ren-kun's opinion. ...You're all too clean."

You're too clean and unfit for the student council.

—Just to tell us that, Minato-senpai had politely explained everything.

Know your place.

She had come to shatter our spirit.

She must know full well that "being clean" isn't a reason for her to use dirty tricks. This person did all this with full understanding. She used underhanded methods while fully aware of how bad they were.

"Does Joutou-kun know about this?"

"Of course. He left me a message for when you asked."

A message...?

"'This time, it was my own will'... that's what he said."

After saying that, Minato-senpai left.

Rintaro also gave a short "Sorry," and followed her. ...I think that's right. The negative campaign was Rintaro's own decision. But behind it was a deep-seated frustration with Joutou, who hadn't seemed to want to win.

Joutou must have deeply regretted that Rintaro was forced to dirty his hands because of his own weakness. So, he must have thought that this time had to be different. This time, he would be the one to bring us down, by his own will—that's what he thought.

"...Haah."

When I was alone, I let out a slow breath. After a moment, I thought that I should report this. Why didn't I think of something so obvious?

I could just tell the teachers. ...How? There's no proof. They were confident they could cover it all up, that's why they dared to reveal their plan.

(Should I have recorded it...?)

If I'd recorded it on my smartphone, their confession would be evidence. Since Joutou was an accomplice, I could take them both down.

After that, it would just be me, Tennouji-san, and Narika... a clean fight...

"...Haha."

For some reason, it all felt so ridiculous. Evidence, reports, recordings, disqualifications. What am I thinking...? Is this... is this what an election is supposed to be?

"Hahaha..."

A dry laugh escaped me. I couldn't stop it. It felt like I couldn't stay sane without doing it.

"................Damn it."

How can this... how can any of this be acceptable?

◆

After returning from behind the school building to the auditorium, I was greeted by a worried Tennouji-san and Narika.

"Did something happen?"

That's when I realized I must have looked awful. I felt guilty for making them worry just because I was in a foul mood.

But right now, I need time to clear my head. If I started telling them what happened, I felt like my head would just explode.

"...Sorry. I need some time to cool down, so let's just call it a day."

It felt awful to dismiss everyone just for my own sake, but I wasn't in any condition to talk calmly. Tennouji-san and Narika both complied without complaint.

I left the school gate and walked for a bit before the Konohana family car picked me up. After settling into the back seat, Hinako, who was sitting next to me, stared at me intently.

"Itsuki... did something happen?"

I felt I could explain the situation calmly to Hinako. Since she wasn't directly involved in the election, I told her what happened openly.

"Actually..."

I'm sure that deep down, I'd wanted to get it all off my chest. I explained everything to Hinako—that we'd been set up by Minato-senpai. And that Joutou had approved the plan.

"...That's horrible."

Hinako murmured after hearing it all.

Yeah, it was horrible. ...A part of me agreed violently. But even if I said it, the debate results wouldn't change.

"...Well then, I'm going back to my room."

After arriving home, I immediately tried to retreat to my room. My mind was still far from calm, but time kept moving, ignoring my feelings. I had to think about how to fix everything, starting tomorrow.

"I'm coming too."

Hinako said, tugging on my clothes.

"...Yeah, fine."

She always followed me anyway. When she was stressed from Kagen-san's assignments, Shizune-san used to have to drag her away, but that had been happening less and less lately.

"I'm pretty busy today, so I can't talk much, okay?"

"Mm. I'm just happy to be next to you, Itsuki."

If this were the usual me, I might have been embarrassed. But in my current state of endless anxiety, I replied with an "I see," so calm it even surprised me.

Back in my room, I immediately turned on my laptop.

(I have to report this situation to Tennouji-san and Narika right away.)

An hour had passed since I left them. I wasn't sure I could stay composed, so I chose to send a message instead of calling.

We were set up by Minato-senpai. I conveyed that fact to them both, trying to keep my personal feelings out of it as much as possible.

After sending the message, I let out a soft sigh.

"Itsuki, are you okay...?"

"...Ah, I'm calming down now."

That was a lie. I couldn't say I was calm at all. I had to at least say I was, or my head would never cool down.

(...I need to sort through these questionnaires.)

The questionnaires from the guerrilla marketing hadn't been fully reviewed because the debate strategy meeting had interrupted.

I continued reading the papers Kita and Suminoe-san had separated. Partway through, I felt a strong sense of wrongness from one of the sheets. It was the exact same discomfort I'd felt during the strategy meeting.

(This... this is definitely...)

The anger boiling in my chest connected to the wrongness from the questionnaire. The rage I'd almost suppressed now resurfaced because of this.

"Damn it!!"

In frustration, I shouted and tore the paper to shreds.

Hinako, sitting on the edge of the bed, jumped, and her body trembled. I caught her in the corner of my eye, and it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on my head.

"Sorry, Hinako. I'm really sorry..."

"It's okay... I was just a little surprised."

I was surprised at my own anger. Staring at the torn paper, I put a hand to my forehead. This might be the first time I'd ever been this furious. Even when my parents ran off, I wasn't this angry.

"...What happened?"

Hinako asked. After startling her like that, I felt I had to explain. I answered, still pressing my forehead.

"...Actually, I'd noticed it since yesterday, but... some of the answers in the questionnaire are designed to confuse us."

At a glance, they look supportive. But if you read them carefully, they're subtly steering us toward ruin. It's a very clever trap.

"Joutou's camp... their influence reaches this far..."

This is a group that can tamper with the academy's computers to steal data. I probably should have anticipated they'd manipulate the survey results, too.

Hinako was silent. I was pretty stunned myself, now that I'd realized it.

They'd really go that far...

But realizing it is useless if I can't stop it. Even if I'd thought it was minor, looking back, Joutou's strategy had been chipping away at my mental state. Maybe this was all just a grand tactic to wear us down mentally.

(...I didn't want to use those kinds of methods because I didn't want to cause trouble for everyone.)

If I used dirty tricks, it would tarnish Tennouji-san's and Narika's reputations. Besides, knowing them, they'd reject the idea if I even asked.

But... (...Am I being too naive?)

Is it really the wise choice to just take this lying down?

If I try, Tennouji-san and Narika will definitely stop me. In that case, I'd have to do it without them knowing... just like Rintaro did.

It was an option I'd previously dismissed as too risky. But now, I felt like a fool for being afraid of that risk.

I had lost to Minato-senpai, who took the risk. It was a painful defeat.

——An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

When Minato-senpai became an enemy, I balanced the scales with Hinako's help.

If they're using despicable tactics, why can't I do the same?

I don't want to tarnish their reputations. With that thought, I'd stayed away from dirty tricks.

But thinking objectively... isn't it already too late?

I've already tarnished their reputations. What makes me angriest is that I'm the one who humiliated them.

"...I can't cause them any more trouble."

The words slipped out.

I don't need to protect myself anymore. At this point, I'll set aside what others think of me. I'll focus on the fastest path to make them win.

Come to think of it, Takuma-san suggested this from the beginning. Even if Hinako and Shizune-san don't like him, his ability is real. I got good results in the tournament thanks to his advice.

If only I'd listened to him from the start...

(I'll just try to think... just this once.)

I tried to plan a strategy. Not just "fair" methods, but ones that ignored morality.

And then...

(Ha ha...)

Once I'd found a strategy where "anything goes," I couldn't help but smile.

Why? ...I could think of so many things.

What if I prepared fake promises? Promises that only benefited the students. Even if I couldn't deliver, I could make up an excuse later. What if I faked evidence that Joutou's team was cheating? We couldn't report the debate incident because we had no proof, but if there's no proof, we can just make it. Create evidence they can't deny and throw them into chaos until the final speech. Finding the students who filled out the fake questionnaires and turning them into double agents could work. If I threatened them with "interfering with an election," they'd probably comply. Even if it's not illegal, they wouldn't want their reputation ruined. It would take work to find them, but I felt this was a field I specialized in.

The ideas kept coming. So many ideas. Ways that ignored morals. Devious plans that would never come from a clean, honest person.

The ability to "see the truth behind the data." Takuma-san once said I had that.

If I have the ability to see the truth behind the data... I must also have the ability to fake it.

Because I understand how people try to read it. The creator's background, the philosophy, the key points, the numbers that mislead... I get it.

If so, I can use that to create data that no one will see through. I can definitely find a way to lie that will never be exposed.

If I have the ability to peek, it's only natural I'd have the ability to avoid being peeked at.

(This is what Takuma-san was suggesting.)

I remembered him talking about politician-types and manager-types. He also said that planning deceitful tactics was the area where my talent shone brightest.

I wasn't happy to hear it. I even wished I had a different talent.

But, isn't this different? My talent exists... for this moment, doesn't it?

"Itsuki."

When my name was called, it felt like my heart was grabbed. Sorry—I almost said it reflexively and had to close my mouth. I hadn't even done anything wrong yet, but I felt incredibly guilty.

My mind was a mess, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Hinako stared at me as I tried to hide my agitation.

"What are you thinking about?"

"...I'm thinking about the next plan. I just got a good idea."

I wasn't lying. But Hinako didn't look away.

"Is that all?"

Her innocent eyes caught me and wouldn't let go.

"The look on your face just now... it was the same as my brother's when he's thinking about unpleasant things."

The same as Takuma-san... I knew what he was to Hinako. It meant she'd seen right through me. That I was planning to use dirty tricks.

"...Was it that obvious on my face?"

"Yeah. You're still you, Itsuki. You didn't try to hide it from me."

Hinako smiled gently, as if relieved.

"Itsuki, stay right there."

"Eh...?"

Hinako stood up and walked over. What was she...? Was she going to look at the computer?

Just as I thought that—Hinako suddenly hugged me tightly. She held the back of my head and gently pulled me in. I buried my face in the soft, gentle swell of her chest.

"H-Hinako!?"

"——It's okay."

A very... very gentle voice came from above my head.

"Itsuki. ...Everything is going to be okay."

Hinako's hand gently stroked my hair.

"Don't fall into despair just because of one failure."

This chaotic heart of mine... strangely, began to calm. The human warmth flowed into me, slowly melting the hatred coiled inside.

This girl, who must have struggled a hundred times harder than me, was hugging me like this... Guilt and shame swirled inside me.

"But..."

The words escaped my throat.

"But... I wasn't allowed to fail. Not even once..."

It was a huge failure. Tennouji-san and Narika had been seen submitting to Joutou. Reversing that image of defeat in just a few days... It was an incredibly difficult task.

I wouldn't care if it was just my loss. But I had burdened two people I deeply respect with a loss. It was the one failure that couldn't be allowed to happen—.

"There's no such thing."

Hinako said, looking at me seriously.

"Remember when I failed with the 'three-second rule'?"

I didn't know where she was going with this, but I did as she said. It was that time she accidentally picked up a dessert crumb she'd dropped during dinner with a client, citing the "three-second rule," and got scolded. It sounds ridiculous now, but she'd just met me and was fascinated by "commoner culture." Her habits must have slipped out.

"Who helped me then...?"

After a moment, I answered.

"...Shizune-san."

"Fufu... Not mentioning yourself. That's so like you, Itsuki."

Hinako laughed.

No, I mean... I knew I was one of them. But I also felt I was the cause of that incident, so I couldn't just say my own name.

"The people who helped me were Itsuki. Shizune. And then Tennouji-san, Miyakojima-san, Asahi-san, and Taisho-kun."

One by one, Hinako carefully listed their names, as if saying a prayer.

"But... I think the ones really helping me were just Itsuki and Shizune."

What did she mean?

"I think Tennouji-san and the others... just wanted to help you, Itsuki."

"Me...?"

"Yeah. Itsuki helped me. ...And that Itsuki... was helped by Tennouji-san and the others."

Hinako said, smiling happily.

"Itsuki... don't be in such a hurry. There are always people around you, ready to help."

Her kind eyes reflected my own defeated face.

"No one thinks you're a burden, Itsuki."

Just as she said that, a small chime came from the laptop. A video call was coming in. It was Tennouji-san.

"See?"

Hinako smiled, as if she'd known this would happen.

I accepted the call in silence.

"Tomonari-kun!!"

Tennouji-san's loud voice burst from the speakers.

"Next time, we will definitely win——!!"

She declared, full of fighting spirit. I couldn't keep up and was silent for a beat.

"............Eh?"

"Eh, what do you mean, 'eh'!? The shame and humiliation from that debate... just remembering it makes my hands shake!! I'm getting my revenge immediately!!"

Hearing that, I finally understood. This person... was already thinking about the next move.

"U-Um..."

"What!?"

"So... you don't feel anything about it? That we were set up by Minato-senpai..."

"Something like that—of course it makes my blood boil!!"

An angry voice roared back.

"So, what about it!!"

That anger was half-directed at herself.

"Unfortunately for you, I'm used to losing. Ever since I came to this academy, I have lost, again and again."

There was only one person who had beaten Tennouji-san that many times. A perfect Ojou-sama. ——Hinako Konohana. The girl sitting right next to me.

"I have faced countless humiliations that made my body tremble. Therefore, a setback like this isn't even worth mentioning!!"

She must have felt regret. But it wasn't something to dwell on. For Mirei Tennouji, regret was just a part of life.

As I was being overwhelmed by her spirit, the computer chimed again.

"...Narika?"

"Oh? Perfect timing."

Narika was asking to join the call. We'd used this app for the tournament, so we were all used to it.

I let her in. Her face appeared, and her voice came through.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?"

"It's fine. ...Um, what's up?"

"Ah, right. Actually, I have an announcement."

An announcement? As I looked on in confusion, Narika stared at me, dead serious.

"Itsuki. ——We must win."

With dignified poise, Narika showed her strong resolve.

"It seems Minato-senpai has her own intentions, but regardless of the situation, taking someone down with deceitful methods is unacceptable. And someone who allows that, like Joutou-kun, is also responsible."

Narika continued.

"When I got your message, I was reminded of the iai demonstration. ...Joutou-kun's swordsmanship was impressive. That's why we need to correct him. Maybe it's just me, but I feel he's actually an honest person. If a man like that is straying from the path, we must teach him a lesson immediately. Someone aspiring to be president shouldn't flee from righteousness."

"...You sound like a samurai."

"Have you forgotten? The Miyakojima family descends from samurai."

Come to think of it, that was true. It sounded a bit over-the-top, but it fit the samurai-like aura Narika always had.

I remembered the scroll from the tournament, with the five oaths of her family. There was definitely a line in there: 'Righteousness shall be the soul of enterprise.'

Righteousness... In front of Narika, who held that conviction, I didn't dare try a deceitful plan. If I used the same methods as Joutou, I might actually get cut down.

"...I see."

Yeah. That's right.

Why was I feeling so cornered and alone?

I had such reliable people all around me...

When I looked at Hinako, she smiled and nodded slowly.

What she said was true. I was surrounded by people ready to help.

I took a slow breath, and then—smacked both my cheeks. Hard.

"T-Tomonari-kun!?"

"I-Itsuki!?"

I might have hit myself a little too hard, because they both looked worried.

"Sorry, I needed to fire myself up."

"F-Fire yourself up? But your face looks swollen...?"

"It's not enough. I was thinking of using a fist."

But with this, the "me" from before felt like it was dead.

If I start to fall apart again... I'll ask for help again.

"Let's win this. I want to think about the strategy right now."

"Yes...!"

"You don't need to tell me twice!"

Seeing their spirit, I found hope.

Not yet. We haven't lost. We can still bounce back.

"This is going to be a long discussion, so I'm going to grab a drink!"

After saying that, I stood up to go to the kitchen. As I left the room, I passed Shizune-san, who was pushing a tea trolley.

"Shizune-san?"

"It seemed this would take a while, so I brought refreshments."

"...You really get it."

"Of course. I've been watching over you for a long time."

I felt a little embarrassed when she said that.

There was a drink for Hinako on the trolley, too. Was that black tea in the pot? It was nice to have a luxury like this at a time like this. It lifted the spirits.

"Itsuki-san."

Shizune-san called my name in a serious tone.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Tennouji ojou-sama and Miyakojima ojou-sama are not dependent on you. Just because you feel beaten, doesn't mean they will stop."

"...You're right. Maybe I was being a little arrogant."

After this mistake, I felt as if we'd been crushed.

But that was just my own arrogance. Even if I was crushed, it might not be the same for them. No matter how deep I fell into despair, for those two, this might still be a hurdle they could overcome.

I had overlooked such an obvious possibility.

"What you need to do is not be so tense."

Shizune-san smiled gently.

"Through your tireless efforts, you've grown into someone who can shoulder another's responsibility. But shouldering it isn't always the right answer. Even if you have that strength, sometimes it's better not to."

It was valuable advice.

After the tournament and the hurdles in this election, I'd felt my own growth, even if just a little.

That's why I'd probably become overconfident.

I was set up? I was tricked? ...Since when did I become someone who gets worked up over trivial things? Minato-senpai is a former president, far superior to me. Joutou is an incredible man. From the start, the chances of me losing were high.

I did want to criticize their wrongful methods. But there was no point wallowing in the feeling of "I lost."

I regretted tarnishing their reputations. But their faces wouldn't be clouded for long.

I returned to the room with Shizune-san. She bowed to Hinako, who looked over, and placed the trolley in the middle of the room.

I took a cup and saucer, set it on the desk, and sat down.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Oh, you brought them?"

"Yeah. Shizune-san brought them."

Tennouji-san knew about Shizune-san. When I revealed my true identity, she had sought advice from Shizune-san, not Kagen-san.

I took a sip of the tea. It was slightly spicy from ginger. My body felt warm, and my energy rose.

By the way, while I was gone, Narika's image had vanished from the monitor. Where'd she go? Just then, I heard rushing footsteps, and Narika reappeared on screen.

"I got permission from my mother!! She said I can stay up all night!!"

"No, staying up all night will just affect us tomorrow, so I'd rather not..."

"Eh!? But I was so looking forward to it..."

Seeing her look as disappointed as a child, I could only smile wryly. I didn't want to pull an all-nighter, but the spirit of it could boost our morale.

As the mood lightened, suddenly...

"In that case, I'll offer a little help, too."

"Hi— Ko-Konohana-san!?"

I almost called her Hinako like usual and quickly corrected myself. I was so startled by her sudden voice I nearly jumped, but...

(...Yeah, it's probably fine if these two know.)

Unlike everyone else, they knew I was a commoner, and they knew I lived at Hinako's house.

I realized there was no need to panic and calmed down, but...

"Kuh...!"

"Mmm...!"

For some reason, both Tennouji-san and Narika suddenly looked gloomy.

"Um... I knew you two were spending time in the same place, but..."

"Seeing it like this... something just twists in my heart..."

Tennouji-san looked like she'd chewed on something bitter, while Narika clutched her chest.

It's true. Seeing me in casual clothes and Hinako also in casual clothes, in the same room... it must look different from how we are at school.

Seeing their reactions, Hinako briefly smiled, proud.

"Tomonari-kun. Would you like a shoulder massage?"

"Eh? Ah, yeah. Please..."

Why was she suddenly doing this? I mean, I'm happy, so it's fine... Hinako's slender arms gently touched my shoulders.

"Ah————AHHHHHHHHH!? Hinako Konohana!? What are you doing!?"

"Itsuki!! Why are you letting her!? That's not fair—er, I mean, that's so filthy!!"

"No, it's not 'filthy' or anything."

My shoulders are clean.

"Hehe... Tomonari-kun's shoulders are so stiff."

"W-W-W-W-Wait a minute!? Aren't you touching him a bit too much!?"

"Exactly, exactly!! You're not just 'massaging,' you're 'caressing'!!"

That's what I was thinking, too. It felt less like a massage and more like she was petting me all over, and it tickled.

After a moment, Hinako took her hands off my shoulders.

"Fwaah... sorry, I'm getting a little sleepy. Tomonari-kun, mind if I borrow your bed?"

"Y-Yeah, no problem..."

Hey...? Didn't she just say she was going to help...?

"To-To-To-To-To-Tomonari-kun's BEEEEEEED!?!?"

"Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-That's so filthy! That's not allowed!!"

Tennouji-san was shocked and Narika was pointing fiercely. Because they were so loud, their room doors creaked open, and their respective maids appeared. "Ojou-sama!?" "What's wrong!?" they cried, but Tennouji-san and Narika were frozen, staring at the monitor.

Meanwhile, Hinako rolled around on my bed and murmured happily.

"Hehe... I can smell Tomonari-kun."

"I think I'm going to lose my miiiiiiind!!"

"Hah... hah, hah...!! For some reason, I suddenly want to grab my sword...!!"

Tennouji-san was scratching her head, while Narika was visibly trembling. Their maids looked on, pale and worried. I heard one mutter, "Has she lost her mind?" ...Are they okay?

I hadn't slept or even laid down on the bed since coming home, so the smell was probably just detergent. It's almost winter, so the bedding was new down-comforters. Maybe it was the smell of the down? You can't use fabric softener on down.

I'm sure Hinako's bed smelled the same...

Hinako smiled, amused, as she watched Tennouji-san and the others writhing in agony.

"Hehehehehehe..."

Hinako...? This feels... like she's just messing with them...?

"Excuse meeeee..."

Suddenly, my room door opened. Yuri entered with a cheerful voice.

"I brought some warm cookies to go with your tea."

"Thank you, Hirano-san."

Hinako, as the perfect Ojou-sama, bowed her head gracefully.

Meanwhile, I'd just learned that Yuri was here today, so my reaction was a bit delayed.

"Hina... Konohana-san, did you know Yuri was here?"

"Yes. She said she'd be practicing her cooking late."

"...Why didn't you tell me?"

"I could tell you were thinking about something."

So she'd kept quiet. Yuri smiled at me, speechless.

"If you're still like this, you've got a long way to go."

"...Yeah, I'm still far off."

"Yep. Get some sugar in you and recover."

Yuri placed a tray on the tea trolley. On it were cookies of various shapes. I took one and put it in my mouth.

...It was heart-warming.

Everyone's kindness really got to me.

After enjoying the sweet cookie, I turned my focus back to the laptop.

"——Let's get started."

Even though I'd meant it for myself, Tennouji-san and Narika on the monitor also nodded seriously. Break time was over. This was going to be a long night.

"Mind if I watch?"

Yuri asked hesitantly.

"Of course. Though I don't think it'll be very interesting..."

"It's interesting, though."

Yuri said it like it was obvious.

"Watching Itsuki is interesting. Right, Konohana-san?"

"Yes. I'm never bored."

"I agree, too."

"I could watch him forever."

Why were they all agreeing...? Feeling Yuri's gaze, I went back to the questionnaires.

"The election period is down to two days. The last day is just the morning speech, so our only chance to do anything is tomorrow."

On the last day, after the candidates speak in the auditorium, voting and the announcement happen immediately.

Tomorrow was the only day for a bold strategy, but... we couldn't be reckless after a debate loss. As of yesterday, Joutou had a slight edge. There wasn't a huge gap, but considering our support would likely drop tomorrow, a half-hearted plan wouldn't change anything.

"I want to do something bold, like the guerrilla marketing," Tennouji-san said.

"That would be high-risk, high-return... but are you sure?"

"Yes. If we do something flashy enough, people will forget today's results. I don't like hiding a loss, but from what I've heard, this wasn't an acceptable way to lose."

I thought that was a rational, positive way to think. If we could do something big enough to make them forget the debate, we could find a path to victory.

"Do you agree with that, Narika?"

"Yes, I agree."

"Okay. ...Then let's build a strategy around that."

As we started sharing ideas, we refocused on the surveys. While wondering if there were any good ideas, I pictured Takuma-san's face.

(...Sorry, Takuma-san.)

I apologized in my head to my mentor.

From this, I'd realized one thing.

(I'm not capable of using deceitful strategies.)

When I was thinking those guilty thoughts, Hinako just had to call my name and I almost apologized. My heart was so afraid I almost cried.

Maybe, even if I can think of dirty tricks, I don't have the guts to execute them.

I'm not someone who can trap others.

I'm terrified of my own wrongdoing being seen. I wouldn't be able to talk to the people close to me. My hands and voice would shake, and I'd never sleep at night.

(So, if I have this talent... I'll use it only for what's right.)

I might disappoint Takuma-san. This unofficial student-mentor relationship might end. But I decided to stay away from deceit.

The talent to see the truth behind the data.

I'll use it for good.

I focused and read the questionnaires. ...Read the honest voices of the students who filled them out. Behind these papers, their true voices were hidden.

Focus, focus, focus... and suddenly, I noticed something.

At first, I'd dismissed it as trivial. But after seeing similar things one after another, I realized it could be a valuable weapon.

After gathering the papers into a pile, I looked at Hinako.

"Konohana-san, could you help me sort these questionnaires as I describe?"

"Alright."

Hinako had been relaxing with Yuri, saying, "Ufufu, so good, isn't it?" "...So good..." They seemed to have gotten pretty friendly.

After she took the stack, I explained how to sort them.

"Please separate the ones related to the election from the ones related to the future of the election."

Hinako's eyes widened slightly.

A strange instruction. But it had a clear certainty. So...

"...Did you see something?"

"Yeah. I need to think about the solution later..."

Hinako must have realized I had a specific goal. She didn't ask any more questions and just started sorting.

"I have a simple question, but what kind of work does your student council even do?"

I answered Yuri's question after a moment.

"A lot. Like purchasing, budget allocation, selecting guests for events..."

"Speaking of events, is that like a cultural festival?"

"Yeah. The first big job for the council is managing the cultural festival."

"Heh~~"

Yuri showed deep interest.

"The festival at Kiou is by invitation, right? Make sure you invite me!"

"I know."

"Okay, then... I'm looking forward to it."

Yuri smiled, looking a bit relax.

Seeing her attitude, I was sure my thinking wasn't wrong.

"Right."

I said suddenly, and Yuri tilted her head, confused.

"You're right. I'm really looking forward to it. The cultural festival."

Yuri tilted her head even further.

In that simple interaction was the hint I was looking for. After Hinako finished sorting, I wanted to double-check the surveys, but the next policy was pretty much decided.

I looked at Tennouji-san and Narika on the monitor.

"I've thought of a strategy."

I explained the strategy. They were shocked at first, but as I explained, their expressions changed to understanding. They both understood the response I'd felt.

Thinking about it, this was the only plan I could find.

Since no other ideas came, I decided to flesh out the details. After checking the sorted surveys, I realized this plan was effective, and I intended to stay up, sleep-deprived, planning it out.

The feeling of progress pushed me forward.

But because of that, I failed to notice the most important thing.

After learning what Minato-senpai did, Narika said, "We must win." She also said, "He is the one we must face."

She never once said the word "I."

I didn't realize that... until the very end.

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After the video call ended, Narika let out a soft sigh.

It was late. She had to get to sleep. She'd been excited to stay up all night, but as sleepiness hit, her mind fogged over, and she realized how inefficient it was.

"Still two days left, huh..."

Itsuki had muttered about the remaining days. Today was Thursday. Tomorrow, Friday, and then Monday. In two days, it would be over.

Before Monday, she had to reach a conclusion.

"I have to settle this, too..."

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