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The class president Taro moves to the front of the room and picks up the attendance sheet. Upon clearing his throat you notice him glare at you, and the thought crosses your mind he could mark you absent. It further irritates you as he continues to shift his spite-filled eyes in your direction with every few names called out. You brazenly raise your middle finger in his general direction when he finally reaches your name in the roster.

“Sonoha-erk!” He stumbles on your name with the realization of the hand gesture you’re giving him. His blue eyes open wide and his face gets red in response. It almost looks like he’s about to start yelling at you.

“Here!” You shout out in response before lowering your finger as the rest of the class turns to see what sort of spectacle you’re making today. They see the tail-end of your gesture, and most just roll their eyes in response.

That small show was more than enough to make Taro stop glaring at you, but now he’s just glaring at the sheet in his hand. Good. Dick needs to move on from that shit. You have.

With a sigh you lean back in your seat and await for the inevitable beginning of your Monday classes.

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Things start slowly as much of the class squeals in delight over your newfound, little friend who sits just in front of you. It’s mostly the female students who swarm the gaijin, a lot over how cute she is and how she would look in the girl’s uniform. Delilah tries to shut that shit down quickly by saying that she dislikes it, and would prefer the male’s uniform. Of course such refusal was only met by heightened pressure to wear it for them.

It’s only after a few more minutes of meaningless chatter, squealing, and small talk that class gets underway. Looking at the clock, it’s been -exactly- fifteen minutes. Pisuov-sensei is on his game, as per usual.

“With the upcoming anniversary celebration of our city’s founding and proud history, today’s class with differ from the usual mathematics.” Pisov-sensei states as he moves to the whiteboard and pulls down the projector screen from just above it. “Mikami-kun. The curtains and lights, if you will.”

>[2/4]

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A head of blue pops up from the front of class at response to Pisov-sensei’s request. The girl moves with an even elegance that makes it seem like she’s skating on air rather than walking. Her uniform is nicely kempt and seems to make minimal movements as she moves along. Her red eyes gently scan over the classroom as she moves towards the windows to draw the curtains. You can see the light brushing of pink form on her cheeks as she seems to get embarrassed by the sudden attention. She’s always been kinda shy, from what you know. Despite her usually cheerful disposition, and rather social go-get-em sort of attitude, she’s almost always blushing.

As she finishes drawing the curtains with her small, delicate fingers; the fingers befitting a proper-young lady that she is known to be, she turns to move for the lights near the doorway. She once more scans the room, and once more her blush deepens. It's more than enough for her to divert her gaze in the other direction, and raise a gentle hand to her face to try and cover her reddening face.

This small distraction in her attention seems to be just enough to make her waver in her path, and her hip knocks at one of the other student’s desks, and the sound of two solid surfaces echoes out from the impact. That’s right. You lean slightly to the side in your chair to get a better look at what caused that sound, and you are met with the sight of the sword hanging around her waist. Masumi is the heiress of a local, and very successful company, and on top of that she’s the heiress of the sword style of the Leviathan… whatever sort of special school of swordsmanship that is anyways.

Despite looking like the shy. pampered princess that she is by appearance, she’s a swordswoman who for some unknown reason is allowed to carry her fucking sword out in public. This is a fact you are rarely reminded of as you don’t have regular contact with her or her younger sister.

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After making a flustered run over to the lights. She quickly flicks them off and returns to her seat, and thus returning the flow of time back to normal… flow of time? You look at the clock to be certain, but it -does- seem like no time has passed since Pisuov-sensei decided to start class. After anxiously watching the clock for a moment the hand moves… perhaps it was your imagination? Yeah.

Pisuov-sensei draws a tiny remote from his pocket as a projector lowers from a panel in the ceiling. With a simple press of a button, the projector comes to life. An image of the city appears on the screen, the shot seemingly taken from somewhere over the sea shows the entirety of the town against the background of the mountain that lay to the city’s east.

“Now then. Let us begin on the history of Eternal Diamond City.” Pisuov-sensei states as he motions his hand to the image on screen… god… you’re not sure if you can take a lecture like this or not. The lights are dim, and the class is quiet. What’s to prevent you from getting in some shuteye here and now? Some well deserved rest from the run all the way from the park?

No! You swore things would change today! Time to do some learning!

>Roll a d20
>Best of 3

>[4/4]

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>42779305

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>42779305

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>42779305

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>42779305

BLAST OFF!

>Writing
Looks like we're off to a good start today.

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Yeah. You can do this. If all these other kids can do this shit, so can you! You’ve got determination! You’ve got moxy!

“Alright. Eternal Diamond City was founded over one thousand years ago as a small village along the coast here. It was the fish, and -supposed magical energies- that filled the lands and shores that drew people to this very place.” Pisuov-sensei begins to lecture as he flips through the first slide onto an artist's rendition of what the city looked like back when it was but a small village from that same angle. Huh. This could actually be quite interesting.

You know -a little bit- of the town’s history, but it wasn’t pounded into your skull like it was for those who were born and raised here. The prospect of thinking of the grand city being something as small as a small smattering of huts and houses is quite amusing to you.

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“With the sea nearby, the fisherman went to work. With the discovery of fertile lands, farmer began to grow crops. With wildlife plenty, hunters found work as well.” Another slide comes up to show three pictures of the three noted professions. Life would be pretty sweet if ya could just fish, hunt, and play in the dirt all day. The way of the past actually seems somewhat appealing.

“It was three families of these three castes that came together to formally found these lands. There was the Gold Family: Yamamoto, those who lived by the hunt. The Red family: Nishizawa, those who went to sea. The Blue Family: Mikami, those who bore fruit in the lands where no other could.

The Mikami family. You never bothered to look into their name anything more than their business, but to learn that they’re actually of the founders is quite amazing. You knew about Kamiko’s family being of some ancient tradition that had to do with the founding, but not Masumi’s.

As you ponder this thought, you notice a flash of red further in the front of the class.

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You lean to the side to get a better look through the darkness of the room, and notice Masumi staring back towards you.

She blushes hard enough that you can see it even in the shadows of the projector, and it looks like she’s about to turn away… but she doesn’t. She returns her gaze back at you, and gives you a small wave.

Unsure how to respond, you to give a small wave back to her. This seems to incite a small giggle in the blue-haired girl, and she turns back to her desk. Huh. She’s so weird. Perhaps she -wasn’t- staring at you, but you just intercepted her look? She was probably giggling over how you waved at her. Yeah. Perhaps you -are- a fool.

You sit back in your seat again to stare back up at the projector screen, of which has changed a few slides already. Dammit. Just because you had to get distracted you’re not going to be able to keep up.

You sigh sharply and close your eyes for a moment to rub your temples. At least you learned -something,- right? As you’re about to lean forward and rest your head on your desk and try to fill in the blanks, you notice that there’s a small, pink envelope sitting on your desk.


>[3/4]

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“Huh?” It’s smaller than normal envelopes, and as you reach forward to check who it’s for you see your name written in the fanciest manner possible on the front, addressed from… “Peach-girl?”

You look up as you catch the scent of fresh peaches rising up from the softly colored envelope to see Masumi staring back at you. She gives you another small wave and continues her stare. You can see impatience in her expression and how she fidgets. She wants you to read it?

Well… not like you could focus on the lecture anyways.

You open the envelope by tearing the little peach-shaped, and possibly scented sticker holding it closed. Inside is a small sheet of paper with a simple message on it.

>Dear Sonohara-san
>If you are not planning anything for lunch, would you mind coming to meet Masumi-chan out in the garden today? Masumi-chan noticed you staring at her, and as it has indeed been quite a long while since you and her had the chance to catch up she thought it would be a wonderful idea to meet up~!

>Please give Masumi-chan an answer as soon you can!
>Sincerely,
>Masumi Mikami

She wants to hang out? You were -staring- at her? Wow! You hadn’t even noticed that.

Huh… You’re not quite sure what to make of this peach-scented invitation, however. You read over its fancily written contents once more to make sure that you read it right, and that it was -indeed- addressed to you before looking back up to Masumi. She’s smiling right now, seemingly noticing that you finished reading.

Masumi isn’t quite a friend, but she’s somebody you’ve had the chance to meet their acquaintance a few years back. She’s right in that you’ve rarely ever met up with here. You’ve rarely even -talked- to her before since the year you first met.

But… do you accept?

>Yes
>No
>Other?

>[4/4]

>>42780454
>Yes

>>42780454
>Yes
Nothing can be further from delinquency than posh people. This is our chance to get some distance from our (extremely recent) past

>>42780454
>Yes

>Writing

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Well… It’s not like you had anything else planned other than to get a smoke in, -and- the garden -is- outside. It’s like the best of both worlds! Also taking into account both of your social standings, you could possibly embetter yourself by being within Masumi’s proximity. Yeah! Nothing could be further from delinquency than posh people! This is your chance to distance yourself from your current image!

You take one final look at the letter as a smile forms on your lips at this opportunity before leaning back into the aisle. Masumi is staring back at you with large, red eyes of anticipation. You ball your hand into a fist and punch forward, and at the end of your arm’s extension you raise your thumb!

Masumi’s pink lips curl into a giddy smile and she gives you a polite nod before returning to face the front of the class. Fuck yeah! Time to get all socialite on her ass!... that sounded much cooler when you originally thought it, but the line falls -just- short of badass.

No mind.

Even if there’s no actual change in social status, it still -would- be pretty cool to see what’s up in the world of a rich girl. Rich girl problems, perhaps? Do rich people -have- problems? Well… you’re sure they do, but nothing comes to mind in your poor-man’s delinquent brain.

>[1/2]

You bring your attention back to reality and finally give up on listening to Pisuov-sensei’s lecture. Now he’s talking about something involving Oni and other such spirits. You’re not quite sure what that all has to do with the history of Eternal Diamond City, and resign yourself to rest.

It’s not so bad, however. There are no tests, but it -does- seem like you’ve chance to redeem yourself further these next two weeks as the Great Festival of the Three Oni shall be held in twelve days in honor of the ancient tradition of the city. It happens every year, but apparently they’re making some -huge- production out of it this year, as it is the 1000th aniversary of the town’s founding… huh… that seems, like, -really- old. No matter. It’s said that this festival will be pretty much city wide, and the celebration will be amazing. Apparently they also do big ones like this every 20 years or so, but nothing as grand as what the town’s making of it this year.

Shit will be so cash.

Anyways, after a round of Japanese history (of which you actually learned something historical and factual about samurai, which was actually pretty cool) and Japanese literature the time for lunch arrives!

With a good stretch you’re prepared to head out for the foodening. You don’t necessarily need to head on over to the garden right away, perhaps you could grab a drink or something from the cafeteria or chat it up with somebody before you head out.

>Talk to Tina & Delilah
>Head to cafeteria
>Social with somebody else
>No Dilly dally

>[2/2]

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Alright, I'm stepping away for a little bit with this one.

I'll get a'working on it when I return.

>>42781552
>Head to cafeteria
Grab a drink and head outside.

>>42781552
>>Head to cafeteria
Get food achieve the Foodening

>>42781552
>Head to cafeteria

>>42781552
>Head to cafeteria
People will leave our path in our attempt to FEED

>>42781612
This.

>>42781552
>>Head to cafeteria
Time to go socialite on some asses indeed.

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>Writing
Let's do this.

>>42782533
I can't get over the one guy who's goose stepping.

>>42782569
Mohawk and White Jacket get me every time I look at that gif

>>42782533
I hope we get to do our own version of this in the quest at some point.

>>42782605
Except, instead of thugs surrounding us, it's cute girls.

>>42782661
And our best bro/underling.

>>42782661
>>42782691
I like tha ways yous guys think.

>>42782691
Only if he goose steps

>>42782733
Why wouldn't he goose step?

>>42782733
He's our LT, he can goose step AND moonwalk at the same time.

We're gonna need a theme song too
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnp_-sXqH88

>>42782767
Eva Braun is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

>>42782813
Creator of Tina here, and CAN CONFIRM THAT THIS IS A GREAT THEME SONG

>>42782813
creator of Tina here, and I CAN CONFIRM that this is perfect theme song for these dorks 10/10

>>42782918
look at this freaking loser who clearly has never been on 4chan before
or has a shit PC you choose

>>42782889
>>42782918
A song so nice, you confirm it twice.

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Looking at the clock it looks like you’ve got plenty of time, and Masumi herself looks like she got herself caught up in talk with a couple of classmate anyways. Fuck it. You’ve got some time to spare to get yourself something to drink and/or snack on from the cafeteria. No point in heading out to the garden so soon, especially when you might need something to wash down your lunch with. Can’t talk if you’re unable to properly DEVOUR.

You grab the homemade lunch you prepared last night from your bag, and you head out through the rear door of your classroom. Your exit is unhindered as it looks like Tina is once more enacting the Friendship Ritual upon Delilah again. Sweet merciful Gods help her tiny ‘MURIKAN soul.

With the chaos of the imminent FOODENING washed over the entirety of the school, fewer people are willing to part the sea of students for you sake. It matters not to you, however as you’re able to power your way through the droves of people as you make your way downstairs and into even greater swarms. The sheer volume of students increases exponentially as you near the cafeteria, to a point where there are people literally crowding through the doorway… oh yeah…

>[1/2]

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You usually prepare for this by bringing something else to drink, or leave school grounds to purchase shit because the amount of “good stuff” available in the student store is limited each day. Of course there would be a mass of hungry students blocking the cafeteria, the land where the vending machines lay. You’re just going to have to get a little physical if you’re wanting to get that drink… and now that you’ve set your mind on it nothing short of HEAVEN or HELL could separate you from that desire.

“Shit.” You roll your shoulder around to limber yourself up. It’s been a long while since you’ve had to push your way through a crowd, and to do it peacefully as well to boot! This shit might actually be challenging if you’re not wanting to hurt somebody.

You inhale deeply to prepare yourself for this moshpit of hungry caffiteria denizens. With your goal in sight, and victory within your grasp you exhale and dive right in!

“URRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

>Roll 1d20
>Best of 3

>[2/2]

Thank you Captcha, this post -is- about food.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>42783176
Let's show them the burning vigor of a man's soul

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>42783176

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>42783176

>>42783176
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTWKYIuRXIo
So we're essentially reenacting this scene, yeah?

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>Writing

>>42782605
>>42782661
>>42782691
>>42782733
>>42782747
>>42782767
>>42782813

Also, you bastards tempt me into trying to accomplish this goal in the form of flash animations.

I'm not sure if I could due to some time restraints, but I'll be damned if I'm not tempted.

>>42783230
This is the power of a man's soul

>>42783291
I'll be amazed if you actually do it.

>>42783231
This is Japanese lunch time rush!

>>42783417
>>42783291
Screw the video, now all I want is for Delilah the Americano to reference that line
THIS IS JAPANESE LUNCH TIME RUSH!

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Pushing and edging your way through the massive swarm of students who are in the process of zerg rushing the student store and lunch counter simultaneously you feel empowered. The scene of mass chaos in which you dove right into sets off all sorts of danger senses in your body that in turn kick on a heavy adrenaline rush. You can hear screams being let out left and right as you plow your way through this surging field of living, human bodies.

This is worse than a mosh pit. This is more than war. This is the FOODENING caused only by the strongest of hungers, and pickiest of pallets. But you’re not about to be sucked into this world of exclusive breads and meals, instead your goal is coming nearer from across the horde of teenagers. Yes! You can see it! The vending machine that will sate your HORRENDOUS THIRST and bring salvation into your life!

“Kyaah!” You hear a girl’s scream coming from nearby.

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Looking to your right at the source of the scream you see a streak of silver as it shoots to the floor. You’re able to reach out towards the falling soldier’s hand as it descends down to the depths of the floor, where amidst this chaos could never be seen from again. The adrenaline surges through your body for one good push as your wrap your strong hands around a girl’s slender fingers, and take hold.

“Ah?!” She cries out in surprise as you anchor your feet in place and pull with all your might the light figure now firmly within your grasp. As you pull the girl from the cluster of your peers your eyes are met with hers.

Cool, blue eyes with all the clarity of a still pond, and silver hair tied into a wild-looking ponytail. She blushes slightly at the sight of you pulling her from the darkest reaches of hell. Her skull earrings glint in the light of the discord of the ensuing battle.

You pull her close to you as to shield her from the raging onslaught surrounding you, and take notice of her disheveled uniform… no. Not disheveled, messy. Seemingly on purpose. She looks up at you as you retreat towards the vending machines with her in tow. There’s just no way you’re just going to throw her back into the den of beasts that is the lunchtime war. You’ve already saved her once before, you’re not going to let that effort go to waste here and now.

>[2/3]

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“Ch-Chitose-senpai?” She speaks in a surprised tone as the throng of wild students thins to a point you can hear one another over the rabid screams of the hunger of your peers. “Wh-what are you-”

“Saving a dumbass who got in over her head, apparently.” You reply, scoling your kohai as you finally reach sanctuary by your destination. With room to finally breath a sigh of releaf, you finally let go of Junko’s hand. You know her and have helped her like this before, though there were different circumstances and perhaps a bit more dangerous the last time… She’s Junko Ono, the little sister of your Class Rep, and your kohai.

“Seriously, what th’hell Silver? You can’t possibly think ya’d be able to get through that hell hole.” You point towards the horde only half a room’s distance away from you.

“Umm- I-I…” She stutters while blushing, dammit. You’re not getting anywhere like this. While you wait for her to cool her jets and get her head straight you insert your money into the vending machine.

“Do ya want anything?” You ask, distracting her from her blabbering.

“S-sure… I’ll take some juice.” She bows her head, and looks down towards the ground. Good. Looks like she can talk now. Taking the time to insert your selection, and then inserting the cash and selection for Junko you finally turn to her, and toss her her drink.

Now then, how to go about this…

>Scold her
>Tease her
>Glaze it over
>Other?

>[3/3]

>>42783974
>>Tease her

Chitose has a harem. Confirmed.

>>42783974
>>Scold her

>>42783974
>Glaze it over

>>42783974
>Tease her

>>42783974
>>Tease her
Tease her like she wants us to...

>>42784241
I'm dead set on short-stack senpai she's awesome.

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>Writing

Also,
>>42784057
Just so it is stated clearly enough, the Harem genre is -okay,- but I refuse the possibility of the harem ending.

You can has 2 (maybe 3) waifu max. This is a possibility only served by the fact that you guys are a delinquent, and delinquents don't -always- play by the rules, but there's a line to be drawn before teh crazies happens.

inb4 pic related.

>>42784277
Was jokin', homie. Harems as we see them are often terribly balanced with each girl representing 1 personality trait exactly, but you're crafting a genuine cast of characters with realistic interactions. It's cool.

>>42784277
3 waifus max sounds pretty decent. That's pretty much what I did for a quest I'm running somewhere else.

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You take a good look at her once more as she opens her drink, and takes a dainty sip of it. The sight of such a girl trying to fight her way through the gates of hell for something just makes you laugh. You’re unable to stop yourself from letting out a good snicker as you eye her down once more to get the full effect of such a frail-looking girl trying to take on the demons at the gate of the counters. Man! This is just too much! You’re emotional floodgates burst open and you laugh, quite loudly at that. If it weren’t for the war going on, others might actually turn their heads to stare. Whatever, though. Like you care.

“Chitose-senpai~!” Junko pouts as your laughter continues. Her little pale cheeks puff up, her brows furrow, and her blush returns. Damn, this is rich! “Why are you laughing so much~?”

You stop your onslaught of laughter to wipe a tear away.

“I dunno. Perhaps ‘cuz I just saved your scrawny ass a second time!” You let loose another guffaw as Junko’s cheeks redden even further. “Shit Silver, what th’fuck are ya? A damsel in distress?”

“No! I’m not -that- helpless!” She cries back at you, taking a step forward to hit your in the chest with the bottom of her balled up fist. You hardly feel a thing, which only serves to further prove your point. This is ridiculous!

>[1/2]

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“Shit, what was that? Did you just -try- to hit me?” with comedy this rich, you sides are bound to leave for space or some shit. “‘Cuz if that’s all ya got, I don’t even think you’re shit would be strong enough to fight at the -primary school- cafeteria!”

“Geeze, Chitose-senpai! You’re so mean!” She pounds your chest a few more times, seemingly trying to make a point of how strong she is… but she -just isn’t.- You can’t stop laughing, and your sides are now somewhere out there in the Milky Way Galaxy. Oh well, you didn’t need sides anyways.

To calm her down as you continue to laugh at your poor kohai’s expense you reach yout hand up to the top of her head, and begin to pat at it. Her ‘angry’ pounding upon your chest slowly decreases in pace and power until she stops completely. Head pats will save the world some day.

“No, seriously. Th’hell were ya doin’ out there? Couldn’cha have gotten Th’Rep to do this shit fer ya?” You ask as you continue to pat the girl’s hair, slowly calming her down even more, as well as yourself.

“Onii-chan was busy…” She replies with a blush as she averts her gaze to the side.

“That ain’t no reason to just charge into war like that. You’re outta yer league, chick!”

“But! I saw how you carried Yamamoto-senpai to school this morning! Even when everybody said mean things about you, your -still- moved forward! It was that strong spirit of yours!” She almost looks like she’s about to cry.

“I-I just wanted to be strong like that too…” Dammit. She’s moping now…

Errr….

Th’fuck am I ‘sposed to say?

>Scold her. That’s no excuse.
>Cheer her up. It’s okay.
>Other?

>[2/2]

>>42784907
>>Cheer her up. It’s okay.
we need to go to our meet up soon.

>>42784907
>There are different kinds of strength Silver. I Can bull through the crowds cause i'm a big guy. Yamamoto is a martial artist and agile as a cat when she wants to be so she can(and sometimes will) walk on top of the crowd. I'd recommend you either start building up your muscles, or finding a way through the current of students by reading it and letting it push you where you want.
>Cheer her up. It’s okay.

>>42784952
It's okay.

If you's starting run tight on time IC, I'll let you guys know (if it seems plausible to keep some semblance of time, anyhoo) if an appointment is running close.


You're a delinquent who needs to keep track of your surroundings and have to have a sense of timing.

How else are you going to time patrols in order to tag up a building real nice?

>>42784982
this please

>>42784907
>Cheer her up. It’s okay.

>Writing

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You release the furrow that had been growing in your brow with a short sigh. You look down into her mopey, blue eyes and the words seem to boil up from your manly soul. You’d be one shitty bloke of a friend if you could never get anything to raise up. You almost want to reach for your cigarette now rather than wait until you’re in the garden with Masumi… but alas you know that shit would be shot down right quick with the staff standing by to mediate the ongoing FOOD WARS.

“Oye, Silver.” You snap her out of her deepening sadness and frustration for a moment by caling out to her. Her eyes shift upwards to meet your own gaze, as you warm the feeling of your head patting. You are certain in your words; there is no hesitation.

“There’s different kinds of strength Silver. I can bull through the crowds ‘cause I’m a big guy.” You motion to your chest with your other hand, pounding your unopened drink against your chest slightly to drive the point home. The can makes a dull thunking noise against the sound of the firm muscles that lay where you hit. “Bun-head’s a fuckin’ martial artist, and uses gravity and speed and shit like some sort of crazy-ass cat so she can do what she wants, like jumping on top of and riding crowds as well as squeezing through the tighter, smaller spots, or even just droppin’ mother fuckers by the shin.”

Your hand stops petting her head, and you rest it gently atop her crest as a warm smile spreads across your sharp features.

>[1/3]

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“I’s think ya should either start buildin’ them muscles, or to try’n -find a way- through the mass of students, by reading it and lettin’ it push ya where ya want ‘n shit.” You can see her eyes begin to twinkle with your wise words of inspiration. Is this what it feels like to be a good senpai? I -must- be what it feels like to be a good senpai.

“Ya gotta start somewhere. Just don’t dive into what’cher not ready for. Okay, Silver?” You give her head one last ruffle before you release. Looking at the time you realize that you’ve spent a fair amount of time here, but at least you didn’t waste -too- much time.

“Okay, Chitose-senpai! I’ll do my best!” Junko nods with newfound determination ablaze in her eyes. Yep. That’s the spark of the spirit ignited. You’ve done a good deed, indeed. You give her an affermind nod as you turn towards a nearby window. Shit will be easier to go through rather than fighting your way out again. As you unlock it Junko follows you over.

“Are you not going to stay?” she asks curiously as you unfasten the locking mechanism to the portal to the outside world.

“Nah. I’s meetin’ up wit’ someone. I’ll check ya later though.” You give her a two-fingered salute and ruffle her hair one more time for good measure. It elicits a smile from your silver-haired kohai as well as a little giggle.

“Okay. I’ll see you after school at work then?” She follows you to the window as you jump out onto the ground that lay just outside. You give her a short wave as you retreat towards your lunchtime destination.

“Yeah. See ya there.” Yeah. That’s right, you will. You guys work together in your mentor’s establishment. You can meet up and chat out some possible training exercises then if she’s serious.

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You take out a cigarette whilst on route to the garden, and light it. Most teachers supervise certain pathways outside, and you’ve been around the block more than enough times to know when it’s safe to light one up. Standardized testing, and standardized supervision. Sometimes teachers are such mooks. You know if you were doing their job, you’d be randomizing your patrols to catch little shits just like yourself. You cannot predict something that’s unpredictable, after all.

You enter into a side path from one of the larger pathways on campus, which only serves to remind you how fuckin’ big the trio of schools is sometimes. There are pathways with smaller pathways that lead to smaller still pathways that go to all sorts of recreational areas. The only reason you know so much about them is because Tina joins ALL the clubs she can humanly be in each and every year, and sometimes she drags you along on her little after school adventures… but, it’s because of these adventures you know exactly how to get to the garden unnoticed by any staff.

Upon entering into a large area where there are hedges over ten feet tall, and things covered in flowers you see the visage of the blue-haired princess, Masumi waiting at a small, but elegant table with a chair sitting opposite of herself. Atop the table is a small tea-set, with two cups. Huh. So it seems that your mission to get something to drink in the cafeteria was almost kinda pointless, but at least that detour allowed you to save Junko some injury.

The mood in this particular area of the garden is very tranquil… even more so with the added elegance of Masumi as she sits fully erect in her seat, like the proper little lady she is. This is a troubling thought now that you think about it. Should you just barrel in like usual, or should you try something else…?

>Try to enter like a civilized people
>Be yourself
>Be yourself, only quieter
>Other?

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>>42786196
>Be yourself, only quieter

>>42786196
>Be yourself, only quieter

>>42786196
>>Be yourself, only quieter
Can't put on a facade

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ALRIGHT BOYS!!
Time for me to pack it in, and wrap up! We're done for the day!

Now is the time for Questions if ya got 'em!!


Also, since Kamiko was mentioned in a write-in answer, has a Kamiko.

>>42786196
>>Be yourself, only quieter
Gotta keep it cool and whatnot.

>>42786258
Why is she best girl?

>>42786196
>Try to enter like a civilized people

How long until we nearly get roped into a gang fight?

>>42786258
>mfw my write in won.

So how perplexed are our fellows at our presence?

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>>42786295
All girls is best girl.

>>42786342
Patience, my sweet vassal. I would not make a Yankii quest if there were to be no fighting.

The fighting will come. The fighting will come, and there will be much glory to be had. Or failure. Delicious, character and plot-building failure.

>>42786489
Not kiddin' ya, it was a hellova write-in. Ya gos't moxie, kid! Don't let anybody tell'chu otherwise, eh?! Moderately so. Junko is -very- motivated by Chitose's words, and is fully rearing to go into overdrive.

Alrighty then~! With that I will bid you a fond adeu~!

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