Chapter 15

Title: Interviews

“Yo.”

“Hmm?”

I gave a pleasant greeting to Makoto and continued speaking.

“I want to interview you, is that okay?”

“Interview?”

“It’ll be about club activities and all that.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Alright! So let’s get straight to it. What kind of club is the badminton club? Oh, and by the way, this might be on the newspaper.”

“If it’s going to be in the paper wouldn’t it be better to interview the club president?”

“Indeed. The president is kind of in charge. So can I ask you instead what you want to do in the future? Apparently, the newspaper job is doing some kind of job ranking. So help us out.”

“Hmmm, my dream is to be a chef.”

“Eh?! That’s too unexpected! I thought you wanted to join the French Foreign Legion or something…” [T/N: French Foreign Legion]

“Why do you think I’m going to be a soldier…”

“I’d never know if I didn’t ask. Thanks.”

First of all, I’ll add chef to the list of dream jobs. This is going to take a lot of asking. Since we’re going to be tallying up the numbers, it’s not going to be fun for the newspaper club or the readers unless there”s a lot of data.

I walked into the next classroom and looked for Yuri.

When Yuri, Shirona, and Ran saw me, they waved. Alright, let’s do this.

“Hello, tennis club girls.”

“You wanted to see us?”

Yuri responded with a nasty grin.

“Yep. The newspaper club asked me to do something for them, and I need to ask the head of the tennis club, Yuri-neechan, to promote the tennis club.”

“Eh? Sui joined the newspaper club?!”

Shirona’s eyes fluttered from side to side and she let out a loud voice.

“No, no, I’m just a volunteer. I’m not joining the club. Arina and I–”

I thought I had slipped up here and quickly held my tongue. I’m not sure if I’m acting too close to Arina, or if I’m causing any unnecessary rumors to start up again. I have a feeling that she might have a knife next time.

“My mistake. I have a special relationship with the Mariana Trench. It’s very deep.”

“What?”

“Eh?”

“Hmm?”

Yuri, Shirona, and Ran all had question marks above their heads. Only one of them, Yuri, had a sinister smile on her face. Oh no. This chick understands. She hasn’t been fooled.

“Hey, what trench? The Ma-Arina Trench? Right?”

“Easy, Yuri. It’s the Mariana Trench. The Mariana Trench is huge. It’s so deep that Everest would be buried in it, over 10,000 meters deep. Holy shit, that’s scary.”

“Huh? The great Ma-Arina trench?”

“Yuri, that’s not it. It’s the Mariana Trench.”

Shirona’s naturalness helped me out. Yes, say more, Shirona, it’s the Mariana Trench!

Ran seemed to realize something and her expression was similar to Yuri’s. Then she also opened her mouth.

“Nope, she’s right. Ma-Arina Trench.”

“Eh?! I don’t know if that’s it…”

“Shirona, it’s the Ma-Arina Trench. Ran is right.”

“Ma-Arina Trench…?”

Two sets of eyes looked at me anxiously and expectantly. Trapped and with no more excuses, I fessed up.

“Fine. I’m teaming up with Arina to volunteer in the newspaper club.”

At my words, the students around the four of us took a look at me. I didn’t mean to say that so loudly. I got some not-so-pleasant attention, and in the spur of the moment, I looked for and found Arina. She was staring at me with eagle-sharp eyes. It looked like she was trying to shoot a beam out of her eyes.

“Heeeh? Hmm? Well, it’s okay. You’re promoting the tennis team right?”

“Yes ma’am, that’s right…”

I realized how horrible girls are.

If you asked me to write about this horror in 10,00 words or so, I would write it in 100,000 words instead. It would make an entire book.

I was thinking about this as I scribbled down Yuri’s story on my notepad. What a terrible person.

I didn’t have any energy to retaliate, and I ran my pen around like an artificial intelligence being abused by humans. In a way, I thought, it was inevitable that they would turn against humans. That’s why the Terminator would declare war on us.

“…Is that okay?”

“That’s enough. Next, may I ask what jobs you three want to have in the future?”

“I want to be a teacher!”

“I think I’ll be a hairdresser.”

“An illlustrator!”

“I see, I see.”

Surprisingly, they didn’t want to have the same job. However, I’ve only interviewed Makoto, Yuri, Shirona, and Ran, so it’s hard to draw conclusions.

I drew a single tally mark for each and every one of the positions.

“Well, thanks. I might ask you guys some things again, so we’ll get in touch.”

“Got it, give my regards to the Mariana Trench.”

“That’s not it, Maria… Oh, fine.. Mariana Trench.”

It seems that Yuri has taken a liking to treating me badly. She has a personality suitable for the position of club president of an important athletic club. She’s like Shirona. I have a wobbly personality, so this is also in a different direction. In other words, I was taken in.

I decided to ask Arina about the results. I left the three of them and went over to Arina, who was reading unhappily. Naturally, curious eyes that were scattered around the classroom looked at us.

“Hey, shimoheihei. Are you doing good?” [T/N: Not sure what this is シモヘイヘイ]

“No. I hope your brain dies.”

“Since when am I some kind of philosophical zombie…”

“So.”

Damn it, respond to my jokes. You’ll end up just like a crazy guy!

“So let me ask you what your dreams are. Is there a job you’d like to have?”

“…”

“What, is there not on? I thought for sure that Hiwa Arina-san was aiming to be a ‘chick connoisseur’ who differentiates between male and female chicks, but…”

“In three days. You’re going to be fed to the crayfish in the pond.”

“Then everytime you see a crayfish, remember me. ‘Come to think of it, there was someone who did something for me’, and I’ll find you from the other side and curse you.”

Arina went back to reading awkwardly when I thought she was going to stab back. Hey, I’m not done talking to you. I tried talking to her, but she ignored me.

Then my amazing ears caught a slight whisper.

“After all, did that person do all the work for Arina…?”

I huffed and looked back at my statement, realizing that I had stepped on a land mine.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

“What are you doing?”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Shut up. I’m gonna cut your aorta.”

“So, Arina… is there a job you aspire to…”

“No…”

“I see… then after school, go to the Rose–.”

I slapped myself as I was about to repeat my mistake again. That was dangerous. Any talk of the Rose Garden is dangerous. If I said that, I would be done. I don’t know what any listeners would be imagining if they heard Arina and I in the Rose Garden. There would be no choice but to go into their dreams and rewrite their memories like in the movies.

“Then, see you in 10 years…”

What are you talking about? Someone from the future? Arina had an incomprehensible expression. It can’t be helped. I don’t get it either. Where’s the solution to this situation? Why isn’t there a solution? Help me, Einstein.

When I left the classroom, I bumped into Makoto in the hall.

“Oh, Sui.”

“Don’t put ‘Oh’ and ‘Sui’ together. It sounds like ‘sewage’.” [T/N: Osui in Japanese = Sewage]

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“What’s going on?”

“I wonder what’s going on…”

“I don’t know why, but looking at Sui now, I have a feeling of deja vu… ah!”

“Stop it. You’re going to remember a bitter memory!”

Makoto flashed back to the time he had confessed to Arina. He groaned and went back to the classroom, holding his stomach. You must be pretty traumatized, dude.

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