Chapter 4: The Sports Festival

Only five days remained until the sports festival.

These past few days have been so packed that my memories are a bit hazy. I’m still handling my duties as a caretaker as usual, but on top of that, I’m practicing tennis and working on improving my relationships. So, when it’s time to sleep, I often collapse like a lump of clay.

It’s a pretty tough schedule, but seeing results makes me feel great.

That’s why, today, I head to the academy with a positive mindset.

“By the way, Hinako.”

I called out to Hinako, who was drowsily sitting beside me.

“Suminoe-san was saying she wanted to invite you to a tea party.”

“Ngh… I’m exhausted from practicing for the sports festival, so I’d rather pass…”

“Got it. I’ll subtly pass that along for you. You turned down a tea party invite before, so declining again might feel awkward, right?”

“Mmm… thanks.”

After confirming Hinako’s wishes, I jotted it down in my notebook.

Lately, with so much on my mind, I’ve been carrying a notebook around.

“…It’s like you’re a CEO and his secretary.”

I thought I heard Shizune-san’s soft voice from the front passenger seat.

“Did you say something?”

“No, just thinking about the future of the Konohana Group.”

As head maid, it seems she’s seriously considering the group’s future.

Even though we work in the same environment, Shizune-san carries a burden several times heavier than mine. Will I ever be able to repay her kindness?

Just then, I noticed a small speck of dust in Hinako’s hair.

“Hinako, there’s dust in your hair…”

As I said that and lightly touched her hair,

“Ngh…!?”

Hinako jumped, her shoulders shooting up in surprise, unlike ever before.

“Fuh…!”

“Fuh?”

“A sneak attack… that’s not fair…!”

Saying that, Hinako slightly bowed her head.

Apparently, it’s okay to touch now since it’s not a surprise anymore.

While I brushed the dust from her hair, Hinako’s ears turned bright red, and she had a flurry of question marks practically floating above her head, as if she couldn’t make sense of her own emotions.

Seeing her like that, I tilted my head in confusion.

What’s with this vibe?

This weird, awkward feeling…

“…When two oblivious people are together, it’s quite a mess, isn’t it?”

I thought I heard Shizune-san mutter something with a sigh.

“Did you say something?”

“No, just thinking about potential scandals in the Konohana Group.”

“Huh?”

Is the Konohana Group in some kind of serious trouble…?

“By the way, Izuki-san.”

Shizune-san spoke, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

“About my earlier suggestion—that you could work at an IT company in the future… it’s been approved.”

“Approved…?”

“Here’s a business card.”

Shizune-san turned to me and handed me a single card.

The card listed the name of someone apparently in the HR department of a company.

“After graduating from the academy, if you’re okay with it, this company is willing to hire you. They say it’s fine even without a university degree.”

“W-What…?”

So, that conversation from before is actually becoming reality?

“Wasn’t that just a hypothetical…?”

“Making it real should boost your motivation, right?”

Well, that’s true, but…

I never expected her to go this far for me.

“This… I’ve seen this company in commercials.”

“They mainly develop security software for office use. They’ve been in the black for years, and their turnover rate is pretty low.”

Sounds like a so-called “white company.”

“Personally, though, I think you should hold off on that path.”

“Huh?”

“If, by some chance, you hone your skills even further, we might be able to secure an even better position for you.”

That possibility never crossed my mind.

I’m already overwhelmed by this offer. Anything beyond it is unimaginable.

“…Feels like I’m job hunting.”

“Indeed. From now on, you might want to approach your work with that mindset. For example, if you can handle public-facing tasks, you could cover Ojou-sama’s weaknesses, making you an ideal aide…”

“Hinako’s…?”

“…My apologies, I spoke out of turn.”

Shizune-san lightly pressed her palm to her lips.

The car quietly continued toward the academy.

(If the old me could see me now, he’d probably faint from shock…)

After all, before becoming a caretaker, I was a struggling student who could barely manage to attend school.

I wanted to go to university if possible, but knowing it’d be tough, I’d considered finding a job right after high school.

That’s why I understood just how valuable this business card was.

And now, it seems that with enough effort, I could aim for even better opportunities.

Is it okay to be this fortunate?

I couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

As if seeing through my thoughts, Shizune-san spoke.

“It means we have high expectations for you.”

“…Thank you.”

I etched her words deeply into my heart.

◆

After second period ended,

during the break, I was walking down the hallway to stretch my legs when I overheard some students talking.

“Miyakojima-san’s been giving off a different vibe lately, hasn’t she?”

A Class B student said in a hushed voice.

“Yeah, she’s kinder than I expected…”

“Right. She doesn’t seem as scary as she looks…”

Having accidentally eavesdropped, I quickly left the scene.

If I kept listening, I’d probably end up grinning like an idiot.

“Izuki!”

A lively voice called my name from behind.

Turning around, I saw a girl with black hair.

“Narika… you’re in a good mood.”

“Yup! I got talked to by a classmate again today!”

With a beaming smile, Narika approached me.

She looked almost like a puppy wagging its tail, though I kept that to myself.

“Hehe… after feeling the warmth of people, I’m unstoppable!”

Narika declared proudly.

She might be getting a bit carried away.

Sure, things have been going well lately, but in reality, she’s only been accepted by a small number of Class B students.

“Then how about you try talking to someone first this time?”

“W-What? No, I’m not ready to start a conversation yet…”

Narika immediately panicked.

I wasn’t saying it to tease her; I genuinely thought she should give it a shot.

“Your image is slowly improving, so now might be a good chance to make it work.”

“…Y-Yeah, you’re right. Alright, I’ll do it!!”

She’s already doomed…

With her usual nervous—almost stiff—expression, Narika called out to a passerby.

“H-Hey, you there.”

“Eek!”

The male student she addressed flinched and hurried away.

“Why…?”

Narika slumped, pressing her forehead against the wall in defeat.

“Narika, was that guy a classmate?”

“…No, I don’t think so.”

He wasn’t in my class either, so probably someone from a class other than A or B.

It seems Narika’s image hasn’t improved across the entire grade yet.

(…Her entrenched reputation isn’t going away easily.)

The ones proving hardest to sway were those who only knew Narika through rumors.

For example, Class B students could judge Narika based not only on the academy’s rumors but also on the real Narika they saw in person.

But those who barely knew her only had rumors to go by. Their image of her was practically set in stone. Since they couldn’t update their perception by seeing the real Narika, their preconceptions only grew stronger over time.

It’s obvious when you think about it.

Undoing a year’s worth of solidified impressions in just a few days is no easy feat.

“We might need… some kind of dramatic trigger.”

With only five days left until the sports festival,

I had a gut feeling that small efforts alone wouldn’t cut it.

As I racked my brain for ideas, I caught sight of swaying golden vertical curls.

“Tennouji-san.”

There stood the refined Ojou-sama of the Tennouji Group, a family rivaling Hinako’s Konohana Group.

“Oh, Tomonari-sa—”

Tennouji-san noticed us right away, but…

“Hmph.”

As if recalling something, she made a sulky face and turned away.

“…Uh, did something happen?”

“You’ve been leaving me out lately, Tomonari-san. So… hmph!”

I’ve never seen someone actually say “hmph” out loud.

She’s surprisingly childish in some ways.

(In this situation… asking Tennouji-san for help might be a good move.)

Narika’s gotten past the stage where people are too scared to talk to her, so her image isn’t changing easily.

Now, we need something bigger, something that can shift her image on a wider scale.

Someone like Tennouji-san, who’s always elegant and stands out, might come up with a great idea.

“Tennouji-san, I actually have something to consult you about…”

“Hmph.”

She wouldn’t listen.

Man, I didn’t expect her to sulk this much…

“…Tea party.”

Tennouji-san muttered softly.

“If you hold a tea party for me next time, I might forgive you.”

“…Got it. I’m free anytime.”

At that, Tennouji-san flashed a delighted smile.

“Very well then. Now, tell me what’s on your mind!”

She said “very well,” but she looked thrilled. She probably loves being relied on.

I glanced at Narika, and she nodded. Since it’s a sensitive issue for her, I was hesitant to speak on her behalf, but it seemed okay.

I explained the situation to Tennouji-san.

“…I see, so that’s what’s been going on.”

Tennouji-san quickly grasped the situation.

“So, the main issue is, to further change her image, I feel like we need to take some kind of bold action…”

Tennouji-san nodded thoughtfully.

“In other words, something that catches people’s attention, yes?”

Exactly.

Beside me, Narika looked anxious as I nodded.

“Ugh… I’m not good at standing out.”

“…You’re already standing out.”

Just… in a bad way.

“What about PE class? I’ve heard Miyakojima-san always shines there.”

“I might be doing well, but…”

Narika said uncertainly.

I didn’t need her to finish. Since Class B and my Class A have PE together, I knew. Narika does excel in PE, but it hasn’t changed her image at all.

Maybe her intense focus on something can come off as intimidating.

For Narika, whose bad reputation is already widespread, that intensity probably amplifies the negative perception.

“In that case, how about this?”

Tennouji-san shared an idea with Narika.

Narika looked surprised at first but soon nodded with determination.

◆

That day’s PE class was badminton.

Everyone was given a racket and paired up to start rallying.

“Tomonari, let’s do it.”

“Sure.”

Responding to Taishou’s invitation, we began hitting the shuttle back and forth.

With a crisp pop, the shuttle arced toward Taishou.

“Nice one!”

“I’ve been practicing tennis lately, so I might be getting better at racket sports.”

Compared to a tennis ball, a badminton shuttle starts fast but slows down quickly, making it easier to keep a rally going than tennis.

“By the way, we haven’t talked much lately.”

Taishou said while hitting the shuttle.

For a moment, I faltered.

It’s something I’d been worrying about. Trying to make new friends inevitably cuts into the time I can spend with existing ones. Getting close to people higher in the school’s social hierarchy risks creating distance with others.

If I try to balance both poorly, I might end up alienating everyone.

Maybe Taishou sees me as a social climber right now.

But—

“Something up?”

Instead of blame, Taishou’s words were filled with genuine concern.

That kind of sincerity, shining through over any suspicion, spoke to Taishou’s upbeat personality.

To me, it was like a refreshing breeze, blowing away the worries I’d been holding onto.

I returned the shuttle.

Taishou’s been kind to me all along, so I decided to be honest.

“Actually, I’ve been trying to meet more people. Since I transferred to Kiou Academy, I want to connect with all sorts of folks.”

“Gotcha. That’s why you’ve been talking to Kita, huh?”

Taishou nodded, understanding.

The shuttle came back.

“Tomonari, you’re surprisingly stoic, huh?”

“Am I?”

I hit the shuttle back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Taishou give a wry smile.

“Well, anyway, if that’s how it is, I’ll cheer you on. There are a few other guys who might get along with you, so if you ever need help, just let me know.”

“Thanks a lot.”

What a great guy.

But in truth, I’ve already relied on Taishou’s help in the process of getting closer to Kita.

I’ll have to thank Taishou properly someday.

At that moment, I noticed Narika talking to someone in the distance.

(Is that… Kita?)

The person Narika was talking to was indeed Kita.

“Don’t hit it directly above your head—hit it a bit behind. That way, the racket face tilts upward, and the shuttle flies in a parabolic arc.”

“Y-Yes…! Thank you!”

It seemed Narika was explaining how to hit the shuttle to Kita.

Watching their interaction, other students around them started approaching Narika.

“Um, if it’s okay, could you teach me too…?”

“Huh!? Oh, yeah! Of course!”

Narika was shocked to be approached but quickly agreed with enthusiasm.

(Looks like it’s going well…)

This was the strategy devised by Tennouji-san.

Instead of shining herself, she lets those around her take the spotlight.

Tennouji-san figured that if someone has the skill to excel in sports, they could also teach others. In fact, since Hinako and I are learning tennis from Narika, there’s no flaw in that reasoning.

Just as I’d thought before, Narika was genuinely good at teaching others.

Tennouji-san’s strategy paid off, and a handful of students gathered around Narika.

According to Tennouji-san, she called it the “Noblesse Oblige Strategy!” She probably meant that those with talent should give back.

A whistle echoed through the gym.

A five-minute break was granted.

“Narika.”

“Izuki!”

When I called out to Narika, who was wiping sweat with a towel, she turned around with a bright smile.

“From what I saw, you’re doing great.”

“Yeah… I feel like I’m gradually loosening up, too.”

That’s the best news.

The changes around her are helping Narika herself change for the better.

“You never did stuff like this before?”

“No, I thought about it, but… until now, people always ran away from me.”

Narika lowered her gaze, answering with a dejected tone.

(She’s broken free of her old image, so her options have expanded…)

The old Narika probably couldn’t have taught anyone.

But lately, Narika has been increasingly accepted by those around her. The new atmosphere that’s emerged recently is what led to her success today.

(If this spreads the rumor that Narika isn’t scary throughout the academy…)

In this class, I think that image has started to take root in Classes A and B.

But it’ll probably take more time to spread to the other classes.

“…The sports festival is coming up soon. I don’t know how much we can change your image by then, but let’s keep pushing until the end.”

“Yeah!”

Narika nodded, her face brimming with determination.

◆

After school.

Before meeting up with Narika, I went to see Tennouji-san first.

“Tennouji-san.”

“Oh, Tomonari-san.”

Tennouji-san, who was in the classroom, turned to me when I called out.

Even that simple motion looked incredibly elegant. Kiou Academy is already a luxurious and refined space compared to ordinary schools, but the air around Tennouji-san felt even more dignified.

“Thank you. Things worked out well with Narika.”

“That’s wonderful to hear.”

I’d figured she might sulk if I didn’t report back and thank her right after school, so I made it a priority. Tennouji-san gave a refined smile.

“Is Izuki-san heading home already today?”

“No, I’m planning to meet up with Narika later to discuss what’s next.”

“I wish I could help more, but I have family matters to attend to today, so it’s a bit difficult.”

“Just the thought is more than enough.”

I know how busy Tennouji-san is.

As Tennouji-san left the classroom, she started walking down the hallway—oddly, in the opposite direction of the shoe lockers.

Curious, I followed her, thinking a report alone might feel too brief.

When we reached the landing of the staircase, Tennouji-san glanced around nervously.

“Ahem. …By the way, Izuki-san.”

“Yes?”

Clearing her throat deliberately, Tennouji-san’s cheeks were slightly flushed.

“We’re alone now, you know.”

“Oh… yeah, you’re right.”

Come to think of it, we were.

I remembered our promise to speak casually when we’re alone.

But… did she really walk in the opposite direction just to be alone with me?

Feeling a bit uneasy, I cautiously checked to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

“You’re acting awfully suspicious.”

“N-No, it’s just… in the academy, I get a bit paranoid.”

“But you talk to Miyakojima-san casually, don’t you?”

“Narika’s an old friend, so I don’t have that kind of resistance with her…”

When I said Narika’s name, Tennouji-san fell into thought.

“…Perhaps you should call me Mirei, too. It might make you less hesitant.”

Tennouji-san suggested.

But I couldn’t agree so easily.

“Hmm…”

“What’s with that reaction? If… if you don’t want to, that’s fine…”

Seeing Tennouji-san unexpectedly crestfallen, I hurriedly shook my head.

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to…”

“To me, Tennouji-san is the epitome of an Ojou-sama. Always elegant, dignified, and facing your position head-on… I admire that about you. That’s why I want to keep calling you Tennouji-san, out of respect.”

Calling someone an Ojou-sama might sound like a stereotype to some. If I said the same to Hinako, she’d probably grumble about not wanting to be one.

But for Tennouji-san, it’s the highest compliment.

Tennouji-san strives to live up to her family’s name as a true Ojou-sama. There was a time when that meant neglecting her own happiness, but not anymore. Now, she pursues her happiness while upholding her noble demeanor.

I genuinely support that side of Tennouji-san.

That’s why calling her Tennouji-san is my way of showing respect.

I wanted to affirm that she truly is an Ojou-sama.

“If you feel that strongly, I suppose I have no choice!”

Tennouji-san said, looking away.

She tried to act composed, but her cheeks were unmistakably relaxed.

“If you admire me that much, I won’t object. …You may continue calling me by that name.”

After saying that, Tennouji-san took a deep breath,

“…Besides, I’m quite fond of the Tennouji name myself.”

Those words carried a deep sentiment.

How precious it was that Tennouji-san could say that so confidently… at least we both understood. It wasn’t out of duty or obligation, but her genuine feelings that mattered.

Parting ways with Tennouji-san, I went to meet Narika again.

“Narika, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Hinako was already by Narika’s side.

This gathering has become routine, but it’s not just a friendly tea party. We need to produce results.

“Tennouji-san’s strategy worked well, so let’s ride this momentum.”

“Yeah! Right now, I feel like I can do anything!”

Narika was bursting with enthusiasm.

The sports festival is just around the corner. We’ll do everything we can. For example, Tennouji-san’s strategy might work outside of gym class, too.

Determined not to give up hope, we resolved to keep fighting until the end.

But… the next day, something unexpected happened.

Narika was absent from the academy.

◆

“Absent?”

The next day, during a break.

I hadn’t seen Narika all day and found it odd, so I peeked into Class B’s classroom.

She wasn’t there either, so I asked a nearby student and learned—Narika was absent from the academy today.

(Did I push her too hard…?)

These past few days, I’ve been encouraging Narika to do things she’s not used to.

Maybe she was feeling overwhelmed but kept quiet about it.

My anxiety swelled. Was what I did really the right thing…?

The next class started, so I returned to my classroom. But I couldn’t focus at all.

When class ended and lunch break began,

Hinako and I headed to the old student council building, where I immediately contacted Shizune-san.

“Izuki-san, what’s wrong?”

“Actually—”

I put the call on speaker so Hinako could hear, too.

I first told Shizune-san that Narika was absent and then made a request.

“So, I’d like to visit Narika to check on her…”

“Understood.”

Shizune-san gave her permission without hesitation.

“I… want to go, too.”

“If Ojou-sama goes, the Miyakojima family might get defensive.”

“Mm…”

Shizune-san’s calm point silenced Hinako.

Even Hinako, who’s admired by everyone at the academy, faces inconveniences in situations like this. Her lofty status can sometimes be inflexible.

Hinako understands Narika’s situation, having faced similar circumstances herself. If Narika’s absence is due to mental exhaustion… Hinako has experienced that more than anyone. Knowing that pain makes her especially worried about Narika.

“Then, Izuki-san, please make an appointment with Miyakojima-sama.”

“Yes… Oh!”

Just as I was about to end the call, I realized a critical oversight.

“…Come to think of it, I don’t have Narika’s contact info.”

I’d completely forgotten.

“Then, to the Miyakojima household…”

“About that, there’s some bad blood between my parents and Narika’s family…”

I’d forgotten that, too.

The only way I could contact Narika was by asking her directly for her info. That’s because there’s a rift between me and the Miyakojima family.

My mother was a gambling addict who burned through our savings, forcing us to stay at the Miyakojima family’s mansion—relatives of ours—for a while. I went along and that’s how I met Narika.

I remember my mother’s arrogant attitude during our stay, which earned the Miyakojima family’s resentment.

If that rift still lingers, I probably won’t be welcomed.

“Sorry, I know I brought this up, but I might just get turned away at the gate.”

“…I’ll make a call on your behalf. Please wait a moment.”

With that, Shizune-san ended the call.

She’s probably contacting the Miyakojima family now.

I ate my bento nervously.

When Hinako opened her mouth with an “Nn,” I fed her some rice. Seeing her chew happily eased my tension a bit.

After a while, my phone rang with a call from Shizune-san.

That was faster than I expected. I answered immediately.

“Shizune-san, how did it go?”

“There were no issues, so I’ll send a car to pick you up after school.”

Shizune-san’s response was surprisingly straightforward.

◆

And so, after school—

I arrived at the Miyakojima household to visit Narika.

“…It’s been a while.”

Giving a slight bow to Shizune-san in the passenger seat, I stepped out of the car and approached the grand mansion before me.

It had a different charm from the Konohana family’s mansion, where I usually stay, or Tennouji-san’s estate. Perhaps modeled after a samurai residence, it stretched wide and low from the front.

First, I’d ring the intercom by the gate.

Just as I thought that, the gate opened on its own.

“Tomonari-san, I presume? We’ve been expecting you.”

“Oh, yes.”

Startled by the sudden appearance of a female servant, I bowed in return.

The servant wore a formal, unpatterned kimono. I followed her quietly, my nerves on edge.

But instead of leading me into the mansion,

“Ojou-sama is likely in the garden over there.”

She turned to me, bowed slightly, and informed me.

“…Thank you.”

So Narika wasn’t bedridden, at least. It didn’t seem to be a case of exhaustion like Hinako’s occasional acting fatigue.

In the direction the servant indicated, there was a large Japanese-style garden.

I walked along stone paths laid over fine gravel. Compared to the Western-style Konohana mansion and Kiou Academy, the setting felt refreshingly novel.

(Ah… it’s coming back to me.)

I’d been to this garden before.

When I was little, Narika and I used to play here often.

The scenery has changed in places, but there’s no mistake.

(If I recall, there was a secret passage here…)

The walls surrounding the Miyakojima mansion looked sturdy and tall, but if you pushed through the hedge in front of me, there was a slight indentation in the wall beyond. By hooking your foot into it, you could climb over.

It was the secret passage Narika and I used to sneak out.

The indentation was small enough that only a child’s foot could use it, so no one ever noticed back then.

But looking at the wall now… there wasn’t a single indentation.

As expected, it’s been repaired since then.

“Hm?”

Just as I was about to head back from my detour, I heard a girl’s voice.

Turning around, I saw Narika standing there, dressed in a hakama.

“I-Izuki!? Why are you here!?”

“I came to check on you.”

When I said that, Narika’s eyes widened in shock.

(Did Narika not get the message…?)

Shizune-san was supposed to have made arrangements beforehand, but Narika seemed utterly stunned.

“C-check on me…? It’s just a little sprained finger, you know.”

“A sprained finger…”

Narika lifted her right arm.

Her index finger was wrapped in a bandage. There were no other noticeable injuries. …It really did seem like just a sprained finger.

For now, I felt relieved that it wasn’t mental exhaustion.

But thinking calmly, this wasn’t exactly a result to be relieved about.

“…Will you be okay for the sports festival?”

“Yeah. Something like this shouldn’t be a problem.”

Narika said, looking at her bandaged finger.

“Honestly, I didn’t even plan to skip the Academy today, but my dad’s such a worrywart. He dragged me to the hospital.”

“…I see.”

To me, Narika’s father always seemed strict, so this explanation was a bit surprising.

In any case, I was glad she was okay.

“Still, wow. You were so worried about me that you came all the way to my house, huh?”

Narika muttered with a weird, smug grin.

“Of course I was worried. Do you have any idea how much I’ve been thinking about you lately?”

“Ngh… Y-you’re usually so casual with me, so it’s not fair when you say stuff like that out of nowhere…”

Narika averted her gaze.

Her profile and ears were flushed red.

“Oh, and Hina… Konohana-san has a message for you. She says the best medicine for feeling unwell is to rest quietly.”

“…That sounds oddly heartfelt.”

Sharp.

In truth, Hinako had entrusted me with that message based on her own experience.

“Unfortunately, my injury really is minor. I’ve had plenty of sleep… and since I haven’t moved my body at all today, unlike usual, I’m honestly itching to do something.”

Narika said, fidgeting with her uninjured arm.

Well, that message was meant for if Narika was mentally exhausted. If it’s just a sprained finger, she doesn’t need to rest excessively.

“Do you usually exercise, Narika?”

“Yeah. I wake up early every morning and swing a bamboo sword at the dojo. But since I went to the hospital today, I couldn’t do that… so I’ve got all this pent-up energy.”

I see. That’s probably why she was wandering around the garden even now.

Still, to think she trains at the dojo every morning… No wonder she’s so good at sports. Her mindset is on a different level from other students.

“Since I came all this way to visit, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

“W-well, even if you say that… Oh!!”

Narika suddenly let out a loud exclamation.

“Th-that’s it! Izuki! Do you remember when I beat Konohana-san at tennis the other day!?”

“Y-yeah, I remember…”

“I-I’m gonna use that right… r-r-right now…!”

With that, Narika stared at me, her face bright red.

“W-would you… go out with me!?”

Stumbling over her words, Narika bowed her head.

◆

Agreeing to Narika’s request to go out together, we left the Miyakojima household.

“Did you get your parents’ permission?”

“Yeah. Well, generally, they don’t restrict my actions.”

As we walked down a long, narrow slope, I chatted with Narika.

It seems Narika is allowed a lot more freedom compared to Hinako or Tennouji-san.

“I think I mentioned before, but… my family is full of martial artists.”

Narika said as we walked.

“The head of the Miyakojima family is required to master all forms of martial arts. And their descendants, as long as they prove their strength to the head, are granted a degree of freedom. …I beat my dad in judo and kendo, so I’m allowed to do most things.”

“…That’s an unusual family rule.”

I couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

Narika is trusted by her parents… or rather, she’s properly convinced them.

Probably, the term “martial artist” got spread around the Academy with a negative connotation. As a result, Narika got stuck with the image of being a scary person.

There are no delinquents at Kiou Academy. So the students here have no immunity to a “violent” vibe.

That’s likely why Narika stands out in a bad way.

“By the way, Narika, where are we headed?”

“To the obvious place… here!”

Narika pointed ahead and declared.

At the end of her finger was a small shop.

“A candy store?”

“Yeah! This place is packed with our memories!”

Well, I had a hunch about our destination…

It was the candy store we used to visit as kids.

Stepping into the candy store after so long, the scenery was more different than I expected. It used to feel a bit more old-fashioned, but the walls were clean now, and there were posters for recent movies decorating the place. The passage of time hit me, and I stood still for a moment.

“Do you come here often, Narika?”

“Yeah, almost every day.”

I didn’t know that.

It seems Narika’s really taken a liking to candy.

“Since we’re here, let me recommend some stuff to you. First, the classic Umaibou Corn Potage flavor. For when you want something hearty, Kabayaki-san or Jimejime Shitenja-nee-yo is the way to go. If you’re feeling relaxed, Ramune’s great, but this can-shaped Ramune lets you enjoy all sorts of flavors.”

“I-I see…”

Listening to Narika’s passionate explanation, I could only manage a vague nod.

She knows more than I do…

I couldn’t hide my shock at her unexpected growth.

“Alright, let’s grab some stuff and eat at the park.”

“Yeah!”

Narika’s eyes sparkled as she picked out her candy.

She’d brought a small wallet just for coins to buy candy. At the register, Narika handed money to an elderly woman.

Compared to Hinako or Tennouji-san, Narika probably relates more to the everyday life of regular people.

That’s probably why she was able to teach Kita about the fun of sports before. She understands things like TV and games that most people enjoy daily.

I bought a few candies too, and we headed to the park together.

“It’s been a while since we ate candy together in this park, huh, Izuki?”

“…Now that you mention it, we used to eat here a lot.”

Sitting on a bench, we enjoyed our candy.

“Izuki… what’s that?”

Suddenly, Narika stared at what I was eating and asked.

“What? It’s just an Umaibou.”

“N-no, but I’ve never seen that flavor before! It’s probably a new release…!”

To candy enthusiast Narika, this was apparently a big deal.

Umaibou Matsumaezuke flavor… Yeah, I’ve never seen this one before either. If Narika, who comes here almost daily, didn’t know about it, it must’ve been released today or in the last few days. The lack of promotion for new items really shows the candy store’s laid-back, for-better-or-worse vibe.

Narika was staring at my candy with an excited expression.

“…Wanna try it?”

“R-really!?”

“I mean, I’m not that picky about flavors.”

I was about to hand her the freshly opened Umaibou, but…

“W-wait. Since it’s a special occasion, um…”

Narika’s face turned red as she spoke.

“A-ahh…”

Averting her gaze, Narika opened her mouth in front of me.

I understood what she wanted, but…

“…Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“I’m not embawassed.”

She looks plenty embarrassed.

“C-come on, you used to feed me back then, right? It’s like reliving those times…!”

“…Fine, fine.”

I managed to suppress my own fluster, probably because I’m used to doing this with Hinako.

The big difference is that Narika’s clearly super embarrassed. Her ears were bright red as I brought the Umaibou closer.

But before feeding her—I swerved the Umaibou to the right.

“Muh?”

Narika turned to the right.

Then I swerved it to the left.

“M-muh?”

Narika turned to the left.

A strange mischievous urge welled up, and I started waving the Umaibou side to side.

Each time, Narika’s head followed, swinging left and right.

After teasing her for a bit…

“Y-you’re not gonna give it to me…?”

Narika looked up at me with pleading eyes.

Seeing her anxious expression, I finally brought the Umaibou to her mouth.

“Alright.”

With that signal, Narika bit into the Umaibou with a satisfying crunch.

(She’s really like a puppy…)

This unbridled instinct, yet obedient to my intentions… I couldn’t help but want to tease her.

“Mmm! This is yummy too!”

Narika munched on the Umaibou happily.

(…Maybe Hinako was right.)

Before, Hinako had said that the way Narika and I interact feels “natural.”

Those words might be true.

When I’m alone with Hinako or Tennouji-san, I sometimes get nervous and can’t talk smoothly.

But with Narika, I feel at ease. I could spend this peaceful moment with her forever.

“Hehe… This is definitely my privilege, right?”

Suddenly, Narika muttered, gazing into the distance.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re always around the Academy’s Ojou-samas, but you hardly ever go out alone with them like this, right? Konohana-san said she did, but that’s gotta be a bluff. Tennouji-san’s family seems strict, so probably not her either.”

I think Narika’s family is just as strict, but putting that aside…

“No, that’s not true. I’ve hung out with both of them at least once.”

“What!?”

Strictly speaking, with Hinako, there’s often someone like Shizune-san nearby, so it’s not exactly alone, but it feels similar.

“W-w-when… where…!?”

“I don’t remember the exact timing, but with Tennouji-san, it was about a month ago, and with Konohana-san, a bit after that.”

It was when I indirectly asked to call off the engagement.

“The place was an arcade.”

“A-an arcade!? T-to a flashy place like that!?”

Even Narika, a candy enthusiast somewhat familiar with commoner life, seems wary of arcades.

“…That’s not fair.”

“Huh?”

Narika stood up and declared.

“That’s not fair! I’m going too!”

◆

After contacting Shizune-san just to be safe, I arrived at the arcade with Narika.

We got out of the car arranged by the Miyakojima family and entered the arcade.

(This is my third time here.)

The first was with Tennouji-san. The second was with Hinako. And now the third is with Narika.

I never imagined I’d bring three of Kiou Academy’s top Ojou-samas to the same arcade.

Since we’re here, I need to stay on guard.

I scanned the faces of the people around us.

“What’s wrong, Izuki? You’re looking around so much.”

“Just checking if there’s anyone I know…”

When I came here with Tennouji-san, I ran into a childhood friend.

In the end, we didn’t talk, but it felt a bit awkward, so I’d rather not run into anyone this time.

If I planned to meet them, it’d be fine, but… they didn’t reply to my email afterward. Honestly, I’m a bit scared to face them now.

“But, Izuki… Did Konohana-san and Tennouji-san really come here?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s… incredible. It’s my first time here, but I can’t even imagine those two in a place like this.”

I feel the same way.

“For now, let’s try playing a bit.”

Like with Tennouji-san and Hinako, I decided to let Narika experience various games.

“Hm? …I see, so that’s how it works!”

Compared to the other two Ojou-samas, Narika adapted to the games remarkably well.

By her second lap in a racing game, she could handle basic driving. In rhythm games, if they involved physical movement, she scored above average on her first try.

Maybe this is Narika’s time to shine.

An Ojou-sama shining in an arcade is pretty unconventional, but…

“Izuki, what’s this!?”

“That’s air hockey.”

So far, every Ojou-sama I’ve brought here has been drawn to air hockey.

Tennouji-san mistook it for a flying disc, and Hinako thought it was a coaster…

“I see. It’s a game where you hit this white puck back and forth.”

Narika instantly grasped the game’s concept.

When it comes to physical games, her instincts are razor-sharp.

“Izuki! I wanna try it!”

“Bring it on.”

I inserted a hundred-yen coin into the machine and faced Narika.

We got absorbed in air hockey for a while, but…

“…No way.”

Before I knew it, thirty minutes had passed.

And the results of our games left me speechless.

“That’s my third win in a row!”

We’d just finished the third set.

I held my own until about halfway through the first set. After that, Narika got the hang of it, and it became a one-sided slaughter.

(Can air hockey really be this one-sided…?)

In the third set, I didn’t score a single point.

This wasn’t a game. It was annihilation.

“C-can we go one more time?”

“Of course, I’ll take you on.”

Not wanting to end things on a frustrating note, I decide to play one more set.

(Like how Hinako did it…)

I try the feint I saw Hinako use before.

Pretending to hit the puck, I wait for the moment Narika loses her balance, then aim for the goal and strike the puck for real this time—but…

“Ugh!”

Narika effortlessly lands a counter.

“…I thought it was similar to squash since it’s a game that relies on reflexes, but it’s definitely a completely different beast. Even with a child’s strength, if you go all out, it easily pushes past the limits of your reflexes and dynamic vision. There’s little room for strategic judgment, so it’s not very competitive, but it’s intuitive and a well-designed game.”

As the daughter of a sports equipment manufacturer, Narika was analyzing the air hockey table.

Who knows, maybe Narika’s family will start selling air hockey machines soon.

“Phew… I’m satisfied!”

After playing a few rounds, Narika said with a refreshed expression.

“It’s my first time at an arcade, but it’s pretty fun!”

“…Yeah, it is.”

Having lost spectacularly, I was in a complicated mood.

I wonder if Tennouji-san felt like this when she kept losing to me.

“…Plus, this makes up for falling behind Konohana-san and the others.”

Narika muttered.

Falling behind… For a moment, I didn’t catch her meaning, but I quickly figured it out.

She’s probably talking about how I came to the arcade with those two first.

“It’s not really something to get competitive about, is it?”

“…Oh, I’m competitive.”

Narika said in a small voice.

“Because… I was the first one to meet you, Izuki.”

Lowering her gaze, Narika spoke haltingly.

“I met you before anyone else at this academy. But before I knew it, you were getting close to all sorts of people…”

Narika looked like a sulky child as she said this.

Her lips were pursed, her face showing clear displeasure.

Maybe it wasn’t competitiveness after all—it might be…

“…Are you jealous, by any chance?”

“Wha—!?”

At my observation, Narika’s face turned bright red.

“J-jealous!? N-no, I didn’t mean it like that…!?”

“Right, my bad. I shouldn’t have said something weird.”

I let my guard down because we’re so comfortable with each other.

I ended up blurting out exactly what I felt.

But when I gave a quick bow of apology, Narika, for some reason, made a complicated expression.

“…No.”

With a trembling voice, Narika denied it.

“I am jealous…”

“Huh?”

It was as if she was pleading with me not to dismiss her feelings.

Narika declared, almost like she was protesting to me.

“I… I am jealous…!”

Her ears red as her face, Narika looked straight at me.

“Th-that’s…”

“…”

I didn’t know how to respond.

Unlike with Hinako or Tennouji-san, I thought things with Narika would be easygoing—but now I realized that wasn’t the case at all.

Her glossy eyes. Her flushed cheeks.

With Narika gazing up at me, I couldn’t stay calm or natural in the slightest.

Right now, I was purely, genuinely thinking how cute Narika was—

“Narika-ojou-sama.”

At that moment, someone called out from the side.

Before I knew it, a Miyakojima family servant dressed in a kimono was standing next to us.

“It’s getting dark soon, so I’ve come to escort you home.”

“O-oh, got it.”

With a beautiful woman in a kimono at the arcade, we were drawing quite a bit of attention.

We hurried outside to escape the stares.

“And, Tomonari-sama.”

After we got into the Miyakojima family’s car, the servant addressed me.

“The master… Musashi-sama requests your presence.”

“…Huh?”

◆

After returning to the Miyakojima estate by car, I parted ways with Narika and headed to see Musashi-san.

I entered through the front door and walked down a long hallway.

Opening a sliding door, I stepped into a tatami-matted Japanese-style room, where a rugged, sharp-featured man sat at the far end.

“I-it’s been a while.”

“…Indeed.”

This man was Miyakojima Musashi—Narika’s father.

He’s the president of the country’s leading sports equipment manufacturer, and his business acumen is apparently remarkable, with the company’s performance steadily rising.

I’ve always felt intimidated by him.

When I was a kid, I got harshly scolded for taking Narika outside.

It was my fault, so I don’t hold any resentment. But the pure terror from that moment is etched so deeply in my memory that just facing him now makes me shrink back.

The servant gave a polite bow and left the room.

Alone in this space, Musashi-san and I both kept our lips tightly shut.

(…Why isn’t he saying anything?)

Wait, I was summoned here, right?

For a moment, I doubted myself, but Musashi-san didn’t seem confused at all.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable as I waited, Musashi-san finally spoke slowly.

“Lately, it seems you’ve been meddling in my daughter’s social affairs.”

His voice was like a Japanese drum struck right in front of me, resonating deep in my gut. It wasn’t loud, yet it carried an overwhelming intensity. That sheer presence was unmistakably coming from the man seated before me.

“Y-yes, I’ve been helping out.”

“Helping, huh…”

Musashi-san gave a meaningful hum.

So far, he didn’t seem to be scolding me.

Relieved, I found myself wondering about something.

“Um… do you know about Narika’s reputation at the academy?”

“Somewhat.”

Musashi-san answered without a change in expression.

“Narika doesn’t need to be protected as much as you think.”

His clear, resonant voice declared.

An invisible, immense pressure bore down on my entire body.

I was overwhelmed with the urge to bow my head and apologize, to escape this terrifying atmosphere as quickly as possible.

But something else was nagging at me.

That exchange just now—Musashi-san’s “somewhat” response… Could it be that he doesn’t fully know what Narika’s struggling with?

“…I’m not thinking about it in a condescending way, like I’m protecting her. Still, I think it’s a fact that Narika’s dealing with some troubles.”

I didn’t have any grand notions of supporting her or lending a hand.

Maybe I did at first, but not anymore. Having seen Narika’s strengths, I wanted others to recognize them too.

This wasn’t about kindness.

It was my personal wish, born out of my respect for Narika.

“Troubles, you say.”

Hearing my response, Musashi-san murmured softly.

“And that’s because of you.”

“…What?”

I couldn’t make sense of what he said.

Narika’s troubles… are because of me?

“That’s enough.”

With that, Musashi-san stood and opened the sliding door behind him.

As he moved to leave, I couldn’t help but call out.

“W-wait a second! What did you mean by—”

“Get out. I’m busy.”

Without even glancing back, Musashi-san left the room.

The sliding door closed, and he was gone.

At the same time, the door behind me opened, and the servant appeared.

“I’ll escort you to the entrance.”

Barely able to respond, I followed the servant toward the estate’s exit.

On the way, I heard the sound of strong footsteps.

(…The dojo?)

It was the dedicated dojo within the estate grounds.

A wave of nostalgia hit me.

That was the place where Narika and I first met.

“…Um, could I see Narika one last time?”

“That’s no problem.”

I was surprised, expecting to be turned down.

Giving the servant a quick nod, I headed toward Narika.

Entering the dojo, I saw Narika holding a bamboo sword in stance.

Sweat glistened on her cheeks, reflecting the evening sunlight. With her back straight and a dignified expression, Narika swung the bamboo sword quietly—almost reverently.

“…Izuki?”

Noticing me, Narika slowly turned around.

I must have been staring at her for a while, completely captivated.

“Practicing?”

“Yeah. There’s a tournament coming up soon.”

With that, Narika relaxed her stance.

“Did my dad say anything to you?”

Her question made me hesitate for a moment.

I was bothered by him saying it was my fault, but there was no need to tell Narika that.

“…No, nothing in particular.”

“I see. Well, my dad’s always liked you, so he probably wouldn’t say anything weird.”

“Huh?”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Musashi-san… likes me?”

“Yeah, that’s what he said.”

Narika said it with a hint of delight.

But I was just confused.

(Is he… lying to his daughter?)

Maybe he doesn’t want his personal feelings to affect his daughter’s relationships? Is that his way of being considerate?

I couldn’t grasp Musashi-san’s true intentions, and I didn’t have the courage to confront him about it.

It was getting late, and I should probably head home soon, but—

“…Narika, got another bamboo sword?”

I couldn’t help but call out to Narika as she prepared to resume her practice.

“Hm? I can get one, but…”

“Since I’m here, let me join you for practice. I don’t know if I’ll be much help, but…”

It’s my way of thanking her for coaching me in tennis.

“That’d be great! Hold on, I’ll grab a bamboo sword for you!”

Narika pattered off to the dojo’s storage room and brought back a bamboo sword for me.

We didn’t bother with protective gear. The sun was setting, and we weren’t planning to practice too seriously.

“Oh, by the way, Izuki. One thing before we start.”

“What’s that?”

As we both took our stances with bamboo swords, Narika said,

“I’m not really a fan of holding back.”

The tips of our bamboo swords touched.

In the next instant, Narika closed the distance with blinding speed.

Her steps were so smooth, barely shifting her body up or down, making it hard to gauge the distance. Caught off guard, I stepped back, but Narika’s bamboo sword was already looming over my head.

Thrown off balance, I ended up falling flat on my butt.

“O-oh…?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stop short. You can swing as hard as you want, Izuki.”

With that, Narika offered me her hand.

Taking it to stand up, I got back into position.

(I thought I’d been training in kendo…)

I didn’t mention it to Narika, but as part of self-defense training, I’d learned some kendo from Shizune-san for a while.

That said, kendo relies on the sword—a specialized weapon. It’s not very compatible with self-defense, which assumes you’re protecting yourself in emergencies without access to weapons. So I didn’t study it deeply.

My kendo skills are, at best, slightly better than an amateur’s.

Even so—Narika was overwhelming.

“Come on, one more!”

After I fell on my butt again, Narika offered her hand and said.

I took my stance with the bamboo sword. Then, I felt an incredible intensity from the figure in front of me.

(This is Narika…)

Just facing her gave me an intense sense of intimidation.

It was exactly the same pressure I’d felt from Musashi-san earlier.

(This is the Narika everyone else sees…!)

It was terrifying.

She probably didn’t mean it in the slightest, but it felt like a blade was being held to my throat.

In the end, I couldn’t do much of anything and lost to Narika.

Unable to block her downward swing, I stumbled.

“A-are you okay, Izuki!?”

“Yeah… somehow.”

Narika hurriedly approached me.

“S-s-sorry… I get carried away when I’m in the zone… Please don’t hate me…!”

Feeling like she’d gone overboard, Narika apologized with teary eyes.

I couldn’t help but want to laugh at the sight.

What a contrast… Just moments ago, she was like a fierce demon, and now she’s a timid girl. This huge gap reminded me of Hinako.

“…That was amazing.”

After calming down, all I felt was admiration.

“You’re that strong, Narika.”

“I’m pretty bad at most things. So at least in the things I’m good at, I want to hold my head high. …I’ve practiced desperately.”

“That’s another kind of strength—knowing your weaknesses.”

Since he’s not good at other fields, he must have honed this one skill to perfection.

It’s a conviction you can’t uphold without knowing your own weaknesses.

As I’m impressed by Narika’s words… for some reason, she pouts.

“…As expected, you forgot, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“The strength to know weakness—that’s something Izuki taught me.”

Narika lets out a sigh.

“A long time ago, when I said Izuki was strong, you told me those words.”

“…Oh.”

Memories from the past flicker to life in my mind.

‘Izuki… you’re stronger than me, aren’t you?’

A distant memory, when Narika said that to me.

Was it when I chased a bug out of the room for her, or maybe when I comforted her as she cried after getting scolded by Musashi-san? The details are fuzzy, but…

How did I respond to those words?

I think, back then, I said—

“…I’m not strong.”

I told her I wasn’t strong at all, and…

“I just know my weaknesses… so I can give it my all.”

That’s what I must have told Narika.

As I recall those words, Narika gives me a soft smile.

“Exactly. …Those words are still etched in my heart.”

Narika places a hand on her chest, as if tucking away a precious memory.

The me from back then connects to the me now.

Growing up poor, I faced struggles from a young age. Even in high school, I juggled part-time jobs every day, and studying on top of that was grueling.

Now, I’m caught up in the whirlwind of adapting to Kiou Academy’s environment and my duties as a caretaker. I love what I do, but it’s not without its hardships.

Then and now, I’m desperate. …Frantic, even. I don’t have the luxury of keeping up appearances, so when push comes to shove, I rely on others.

To an outsider, I might look pathetic.

But I believe it’s because of that pathetic side that I’ve managed to overcome the challenges I’ve faced so far.

“That’s why I don’t want to hold back at the athletic festival. This… this is what I found, thanks to Izuki—the thing I can pour my all into.”

With a mix of embarrassment and pride, Narika declares.

Narika’s been desperate too.

If that’s the case—then, as expected, those feelings deserve to be rewarded.

The athletic festival is right around the corner.

But Narika’s image still hasn’t been completely cleared.

Is there anything I can do…?

Hiding those thoughts, I leave the Miyakojima residence.

◆

The athletic festival—day of.

A massive crowd gathers at Kiou Academy’s grounds.

“That’s a ton of people.”

The grounds, far larger than those of a typical high school, are packed with students and guests. Yet, it doesn’t feel chaotic—there’s an air of elegance and composure, likely thanks to Kiou Academy’s refined atmosphere and the polished attire of the guests.

“…Half of them are probably servants.”

Hinako, standing beside me, remarks as I gape in awe.

“Not the students’ families?”

“Mm. …Most of the parents here are super busy every day.”

That does make sense.

“So Kagen-san isn’t here?”

“I came in his stead.”

A voice suddenly calls from behind, startling me so much I nearly jump.

“Sh-Shizune-san, when did you…?”

“Just now. Today, Kagen-sama tasked me with filming Ojou-sama.”

“Ugh… it’s embarrassing, so no thanks.”

Shizune, holding a video camera, explains, while Hinako makes a slightly displeased face.

It feels like the kind of exchange you’d hear from any normal family.

(Do they actually do regular family stuff like this…?)

Knowing Kagen-san, he might just be checking to make sure Hinako doesn’t slip up… but I hope, as a father, he’s watching over her.

“Tomonari! The dance division’s performance is starting, so let’s get closer to the front!”

Taisho’s voice rings out from a distance.

Shizune gives a polite bow and heads toward the guest seating.

Hinako and I make our way to the spot Taisho secured for us.

“It’s Konohana-san…”

“M-Make way…!!”

The crowd parts around Hinako.

In the past, I might’ve stood out awkwardly in moments like this, but—

“Tomonari-kun.”

Kita calls out softly, and I wave back.

Farther back, I spot Suminoe-san, one of Class A’s top-tier elites. I return her quiet nod with a light bow.

I’m fine now.

Compared to before, I can stand by Hinako’s side with just a bit more confidence.

“Over here, you two!”

Hearing Tennouji’s voice, we finally reach the others.

At the same time, the dance division’s performance begins.

“There’s Asahi up front.”

As Taishou says, Asahi is at the very front, stealing the spotlight.

Asahi and her group dance in cheerleader outfits.

Apparently, there are a few professional cheer dance teams now, and this time, someone from one of those teams choreographed their routine. Perhaps because of that, Asahi’s group delivers a polished performance, electrifying the crowd gathered on the grounds.

“…Seeing her like that, Asahi’s kinda cute, huh?”

“Yeah, the cheerleader outfit suits her well too…”

I blurt out my honest thoughts reflexively, but the moment I do, I feel piercing stares from all directions.

Hinako lets out a “Hmph,” Tennouji a “Well, well,” and Narika a “Tch.”

I’m pretty sure I just said something careless.

‘That concludes the dance division’s performance. Students, please begin moving to your respective venues.’

The performance ends, and we all clap loudly.

Asahi’s expression, brimming with accomplishment as she stood at the front, leaves a strong impression.

“Alright, I’m off to skiing.”

“I’m heading to the polo venue as well.”

Tennouji and Taishou, whose events are at different venues, hurry off due to their tight schedules.

“Narika, you okay?”

I check in with Narika, who’s standing nearby.

The athletic festival’s main event is finally here. How must Narika feel, carrying the trauma from last year?

“…I’m fine.”

Narika places a hand on her chest and answers slowly.

“This morning, a classmate spoke to me again. They said they’re cheering for me in the match. They probably didn’t know what I did last year… but thanks to them, I feel energized.”

Narika says happily, glancing at me.

“It’s thanks to you, Izuki. I’m not scared anymore.”

“…Glad to hear it.”

It seems she’s managed to face the athletic festival with a positive mindset.

So far, Narika’s cleared her old image with students in Classes A and B. But Classes C, D, and E? That’s still uncertain.

Honestly, I want more people to recognize Narika for who she is.

But that’s probably my own selfishness, so I hesitate to tell her.

“Let’s both do our best.”

“Yeah! May fortune favor us!”

Parting ways with Narika, Hinako and I head to the tennis division’s venue.

“The changing rooms are over there.”

The tennis division is split by gender, with separate courts.

Since the matches start soon, we won’t regroup until after the first round.

“Alright, Hinako, see you later.”

“Mm… I’ll win casually.”

Hinako says it like it’s a given and heads to the changing room.

That aura of confidence… she’s not last year’s champion for nothing.

I head to the changing room, finish getting ready, and make my way to the court.

Shoes and rackets are provided, but since I practiced with Narika, Shizune prepared a full set of gear for me, so I brought those instead.

As Narika instructed, I practiced countless times against the wall at the Konohana estate.

Thanks to that, I’m somewhat confident in my ball control.

First round. Stepping onto the court, I face an unfamiliar guy.

I spin the racket, predicting whether it’ll land on up or down. As I guessed, it’s up, so I get to choose between serving or receiving.

I choose to serve.

“One-set match, play!”

The referee signals the start of the match.

My serve is barely passable, but my opponent struggles to return it.

Shizune mentioned that Kiou Academy students excel in both academics and athletics. But some, like Kita, just aren’t great at sports.

My opponent is probably one of them.

Still, with my skill level, I can’t afford to let my guard down.

(Spread the ball side to side to tire them out…!)

Recalling the basics Narika taught me, I return the ball.

My focus is on making my opponent run. I avoid hitting toward the center, aiming left and right instead.

As the match progresses, my opponent visibly tires, eventually barely able to move.

“Game, set!”

The referee calls the end of the match.

The result: my victory.

“—Yes!!”

I can’t help but pump my fist.

Without Narika’s training, I definitely would’ve lost in the first round.

It’s a moment where my hard work paid off.

Leaving the court, I head straight to the meeting spot with Hinako.

At a shaded bench behind the school building, a beautiful girl sits.

“Hinako, you’re already done?”

“Mm. …V.”

Hinako flashes a V-sign with her index and middle fingers.

A victory V… meaning she won.

“What now? There’s time before the second round. Wanna wander around?”

Hinako nods slightly.

Sitting around might make our bodies stiff, which could hurt our next matches. Let’s cool down while checking out other events.

“By the way… Izuki.”

“Hm?”

Standing up, Hinako looks at me with an oddly formal expression.

“…What do you think?”

She does a little twirl in front of me.

I’m not sure what she wants me to comment on… but after thinking it over, it hits me.

“Oh, right, you slimmed down successfully.”

“Ngh…!?”

Oh no, I messed up—by the time I realize it, it’s too late.

Hinako steps closer and kicks my shin with her toes.

“D-Delica…cy…!!”

“S-Sorry. You seemed to want me to say something, so I thought that was it…”

After kicking my shin, Hinako covers her arms and stomach with both hands, hiding her figure.

I rethink what Hinako might’ve wanted me to say.

She twirled on purpose, so it’s definitely about her appearance.

In that case, maybe—

“Uh… that outfit looks good on you.”

“…Too late.”

Apparently, she wanted me to comment on her tennis wear.

It’s different from the one she wore during our practice. This time, both her top and bottom are white, giving off a clean, refined vibe compared to the practice gear.

“I figured I already complimented you before, so I thought it was fine.”

At that, Hinako’s cheeks flush slightly, and she murmurs in a tiny voice,

“…Compliment me as many times as you want.”

There’s a shy, almost childlike gesture in the way she holds back but can’t hide her feelings, and I nod.

There’s still so much about Hinako I don’t know.

◆

“Lots going on, huh.”

Blending into the bustling crowd, Hinako and I watch various events.

Baseball, basketball, soccer—sports that feel familiar to a commoner like me—are happening too.

“I kinda wanted to see Tennouji and Taishou’s events…”

“…Then, over there.”

Hinako points toward the school building.

The athletic festival’s operations headquarters. In front of it, a row of large monitors is set up.

“A live feed, huh.”

Apparently, events at other venues can be watched on these monitors.

The top-right monitor shows a vast mountainside. On closer inspection, green mats cover the surface, and students are skiing down it.

‘Don’t underestimate Taishou Movers!!’

Taishou’s booming voice echoes from the speakers.

‘Please, Shiba Inu Yamato!!’

‘Sayama Express, fight!!’

Three guys rocket down the mountain at breakneck speed.

Taishou said the summer slopes wouldn’t be too fast, but this looks like full throttle to me.

“Ho, looks like your heir’s taking the lead this year.”

“Oh, no, your heir seems quite well-trained…”

“Speaking of, we’re still at odds over the next branch location. How about this? The winner of this match gets their preferred spot.”

Men in suits watch the monitor, engaging in a tense conversation.

I’ve stepped into a terrifying space.

I move away to check another monitor.

Then, a distinctive voice catches my ear.

‘Ohohohoho! Ohohohohohoho!!’

A blonde, vertical-rolled Ojou-sama gallops freely across a grassy field on horseback.

Tennouji is dominating the polo match.

“…Looks like fun.”

“…She’s shining.”

Watching Tennouji-san dominate the field, sweat glistening under the sun, Hinako gave a small nod.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying the sports festival in their own way.

“Should we check on Narika?”

Thinking of the one girl who might not be enjoying this event, we headed to the gymnasium where the kendo matches were being held.

“Kote, point!”

The referee’s voice echoed through the gym.

(Narika… doesn’t seem to be here.)

Scanning the venue, I couldn’t spot Narika anywhere.

Checking the tournament bracket posted on the wall, it looked like Narika was advancing smoothly. Not that I ever doubted she would.

What worried me was how others perceived her. But since Narika wasn’t here, and the matches were still in the early rounds, no one was gossiping about her just yet.

“We’ve still got some time before our matches.”

I said, glancing at the clock in the venue.

We’d left the bench behind the school building. Going back there to rest now felt like a hassle.

“…We can rest in the classroom, I think.”

“Really? Alright, let’s go then.”

With Hinako’s nod, I stepped into the school building.

Just as Hinako said, a few students were resting in the classrooms. Still, most were probably like us earlier, out enjoying the sports festival. The classroom felt cut off from the lively noise outside, a haven for those who’d had their fill of spectating and wanted to unwind.

“Um, Konohana-san!”

As we walked down the hallway, a female student stepped out of a classroom and called out to Hinako.

I didn’t recognize her. Hinako’s reaction seemed similar to mine.

But the girl looked at Hinako with a determined expression, like she’d mustered all her courage.

Probably one of the students who admired Hinako.

“Want me to give you some space?”

“…No, I’ll go.”

When I asked quietly, Hinako shook her head.

“Miyakojima-san… she’s doing her best too.”

With that, Hinako headed toward the girl.

I could hear snippets of their conversation—Your match was amazing! I was so moved! Are you aiming for the championship again this year?!—all sorts of excited chatter.

Not wanting to intrude, I climbed the stairs to a spot where I couldn’t see Hinako and the others.

“Izuki?”

Just as I was about to gaze out at the view from the upper floor’s hallway, someone called my name.

“Narika?”

There stood Narika, dressed in her kendo hakama.

“You taking a break too, Narika?”

“Yeah. It’s a break between matches, so I was just taking a walk.”

Seems we were in a similar situation.

“Looks like you’re advancing without a hitch. …How’s that sprained finger holding up?”

“No problem at all. I might just take the championship this year.”

“Don’t get cocky. Overconfidence can trip you up.”

“I’m not overconfident. Objectively speaking, I’m in top form today.”

Well, that’s good to hear.

As we talked, a thought struck me.

“It’s so easy to talk like this when it’s just the two of us, isn’t it?”

“Ugh…”

Narika awkwardly averted her gaze.

“B-but I’m definitely making progress! Last year, I was so conscious of people watching me, I couldn’t even take a walk like this…”

“What did you do last year?”

“…I hid in the bathroom.”

I shouldn’t have asked…

What a heartbreaking story.

“If you’ve got time before your next match, wanna walk around together? Hinako’s here too.”

“I’d love to, but… kendo matches move fast. It’s probably not doable.”

Fair enough.

We’d already done our share of spectating anyway, and we were just killing time to fill the awkward gap. We probably wouldn’t have been able to hang out for long regardless.

“I really owe you a lot, Izuki. …If I hadn’t talked to you, I’d probably still be terrified of the sports festival.”

Narika said, her tone suddenly serious.

But I shook my head at her formal demeanor.

“It’s not because of me. You’re the one working hard, Narika.”

Narika’s eyes widened.

“Hinako sees it too—how hard you’re trying. It’s not just me; everyone’s noticing the effort you’ve put in lately. So hold your head a little higher—”

I stopped mid-sentence, a strange feeling tugging at me.

Has Narika only been working hard recently?

“…No, that’s not right.”

I corrected myself.

“You’ve been working hard all along, haven’t you?”

“—!”

Narika’s eyes widened even further.

Why hadn’t I said this before?

It’s not just about praising her now.

Narika must have been working hard even in moments I didn’t see.

It’s exactly because she’s been trying so hard that she’s wrestling with these struggles now.

“That’s even more reason it’s not because of me. …You’ve been pushing yourself long before I knew you, Narika. All that effort is finally paying off now.”

She could’ve given up, stopped expecting anything from others, and chosen a lonely path.

But Narika didn’t.

Is that because she’s weak?

No. It’s the opposite.

Despite being misunderstood and facing unfair treatment, Narika held onto hope that her efforts would lead somewhere. That makes her undeniably strong.

“You’ve done so well. …Even with all the misunderstandings you’ve faced, you never gave up.”

The emotions swelling in my chest urged me to act.

I gently patted the small head in front of me.

“U-ugh…”

A sob escaped Narika’s lips.

“…Narika?”

“I-It’s nothing… J-just, don’t look at me for a bit, okay?”

With that, Narika turned her back to me.

“That’s not fair… Y-you, Izuki, you always catch me off guard…”

“…Sorry.”

I knew her words weren’t meant to blame me.

Narika’s shoulders trembled slightly.

After a while, she turned to face me again.

“You okay now?”

“…Yeah.”

Her eyes were a little red, but she seemed genuinely calm, looking straight at me.

“I hope, little by little, you find more people who feel special to you, Narika.”

“…Special?”

“You said before that I’m the only one who feels special to you, right? So I was thinking it’d be great if you could find more people like that.”

I was surprised when Narika called me special, but it probably didn’t mean anything deep. For now, I’m the only one she trusts completely.

If that’s the case, I hope one day that kind of trust becomes normal for her, not something special.

She’s just one step away from that now, but I know Narika can make it happen.

“Izuki, that’s…”

Narika started to say something.

But then I remembered Hinako waiting downstairs.

“Sorry, I’ve got Hinako waiting nearby. I should head back.”

We’d talked longer than I realized.

Hinako’s conversation was probably done by now. It was time to regroup.

I turned to head downstairs.

But halfway there… tug—my clothes were pulled.

“…Wait.”

Narika grabbed my shirt with both hands.

“Narika…?”

◇

Narika couldn’t meet Izuki’s eyes as he said her name.

She’d stopped him on impulse, and by the time she realized it, it was too late. She could feel Izuki’s puzzled gaze, so she hurriedly looked down.

Normally, she would’ve let him go without a word.

Even now, it wasn’t too late. She could say, “It’s nothing, see you later,” and things would go back to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But… she felt she had to stop him.

She had to clear up that misunderstanding.

“Uh, still not calmed down?”

Izuki asked, sounding confused.

“…No.”

Narika shook her head, still looking down.

“That’s not it, Izuki. …You’ve got it wrong.”

She wasn’t denying her lack of composure.

Narika wanted to correct what Izuki had said earlier.

“Because of you, Izuki, I’ve been able to talk to so many people.”

Slowly, haltingly, Narika spoke.

“Konohana-san, Tennouji-san, Taishou-kun, Asahi-san… and lately, even Kita-kun—I can talk to them now.”

Izuki nodded.

“But to me, Izuki, you’re—”

She stopped, a realization hitting her.

Yes, that’s it. Of course.

Saying anyone else’s name didn’t stir this feeling.

Only saying Izuki’s name warmed her heart.

A sense of comfort, trust, and—something overwhelmingly happy yet achingly bittersweet.

That bittersweetness probably came from her own insecurities.

She was always causing trouble for Izuki.

She was always making him worry.

She didn’t want to burden him any more.

So she’d decided to hold back these feelings until she’d grown a little more.

But… she couldn’t hold them back.

No, right now, she shouldn’t hold them back.

She had a gut feeling that if she didn’t say it now, she’d regret it forever.

Because Izuki could be so dense sometimes.

She had to say it clearly—or it wouldn’t reach him.

“I-Izuki! I… I mean…!”

She lifted her face and looked at him.

She had so much she wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come.

Her clumsy way of speaking frustrated her to no end.

Still, Izuki waited patiently.

—That kindness.

That kindness was unique to Izuki, unlike anyone else’s.

She’d felt it from childhood to now, and she knew it was irreplaceable.

That’s why Miyakojima Narika felt so strongly about Izuki—.

“I… it’s only you, Izuki!”

Her emotions rushed ahead of her words.

But she trusted Izuki would wait for her.

Her trust gave her the courage to keep going.

Her feelings spilled out as words.

“Even if I make tons of friends in the future… the only one who’s special to me is you, Izuki! —Forever and always, only you!”

Her face felt like it was burning.

The emotions too big for words turned into tears, spilling down her cheeks.

“So please… don’t ever forget that no one else could ever take your place…!”

The storm of emotions in her chest slowly began to settle.

From the past to now, this feeling had never changed. And it would surely stay the same in the future.

Izuki was probably confused.

She felt bad about that, but she had no regrets.

For Narika—this was something she absolutely had to say.

◆

After parting with Narika, I paused before descending the stairs and looked back.

Narika was already gone. …Even if she were there, I wouldn’t know what to say.

Her earnest expression was seared into my mind.

As I took each step down, I felt strangely detached, like I was floating. It was as if I’d wandered into the hazy space between dreams.

“…Izuki?”

Someone called my name.

“Hinako, huh.”

Before I knew it, Hinako was standing in front of me.

I must’ve walked to where she was without realizing it.

“…What’s wrong? You were spacing out.”

“No, it’s nothing…”

I started to answer but stopped.

It’s not nothing.

I can’t call this nothing.

“…Something important just happened.”

“Important…?”

“Yeah. …Something really important.”

For both me and Narika.

That brief conversation was incredibly significant.

(Please, don’t ever forget…)

Forget? No way.

Forever and always… I’ll remember today.

“…That’s a big responsibility.”

The only one who’s special, huh.

Looks like, without realizing it, I’d taken a seat in the front row of something extraordinary.

Surely, for Narika, these were emotions she hadn’t fully sorted out yet. And even I, having heard her words, still couldn’t quite make sense of them.

Even so, Narika felt she had to say it, had to get those words out.

That sentiment wasn’t something I could just brush off.

“…Alright.”

I shifted my mindset.

There was a mountain of things I had to face head-on.

Right now, I was Hinako’s caretaker. Turning my gaze away from what was right in front of me wasn’t an option.

“The second round’s about to start, right? Should we head back?”

“Mm.”

We made our way back to the tennis venue.

As expected, the second round was just about to begin. If we’d been ten minutes later, we might’ve been disqualified for a no-show. That wouldn’t have been a big deal for me, but for Hinako, it would’ve caused trouble for a lot of people.

“Alright, Hinako, see you later.”

“Mm… good luck, Izuki.”

I parted ways with Hinako and stepped onto the court.

Before the match began, it was customary to shake hands with the opponent across the net. I headed toward it, racket in hand.

“Still cozying up to people, huh?”

Standing before me was a guy I knew all too well.

“You…”

I could never forget him.

This was the guy who’d been cold to Narika before… the one who’d triggered my struggles with navigating relationships at Kiou Academy.

With a tangle of emotions, I shook his hand, and we decided who’d serve first.

“One-set match, play!”

I was starting on the receiving end.

As I barely managed to return his sharp serve, my mind drifted to a few days ago.

Thanks to this guy, I’d been forced to rethink my place here. In a way, I was actually grateful for that.

But the way he’d treated Narika so coldly… I still couldn’t forgive him for that.

Even if it was out of consideration for his family’s circumstances, that didn’t justify hurting someone else.

“I’m not losing to you, no way…!”

He took the service game.

Fine, then—I’d hold my service game no matter what.

He might’ve had the edge in technique, but I seemed to have more stamina. Instead of going for risky shots, I focused on rallying, wearing him down and baiting his mistakes.

“You’re so damn persistent…!”

He started to panic, and his errors piled up.

My stamina was nearing its limit too. But still—

—To me, the only one who’s special is you, Izuki!

Narika’s words echoed in my head.

I wanted to at least land one blow against this guy who’d been so cold to Narika—not for her sake, but for my own. That’s what drove me.

And somehow, it felt like she’d told me that was okay.

I couldn’t just keep things formal with Narika.

The match was neck-and-neck, pushing into a tiebreak, and then—

“Game, set!”

The match was over.

The result… I’d won, just barely.

“Haa, haa… you’re pretty good…”

“Thanks…”

At the end, we bowed to each other across the net.

Maybe it was because we’d both poured our all into it, or maybe exhaustion had dulled my anger, but I didn’t feel any resentment toward him anymore.

“Hey, can you tell me one thing?”

He spoke up, breathing heavily through his shoulders.

“What’s your deal with Konohana-san?”

His question left me at a loss for words for a moment.

There was something awkward, almost embarrassed, about his demeanor… and it made me realize something.

“Uh, wait, don’t tell me… you’re into Konohana-san?”

“…Just answer the question.”

He muttered, trying to brush off the awkwardness.

I was so exhausted I could collapse and sleep right there, but I forced my brain to keep working.

“It’s just a connection through our parents.”

“I know that. But there are tons of people tied to the Konohana Group. So why do you seem so close to her?”

The fact that he knew about my and Hinako’s family connection meant he’d probably looked into it thoroughly.

My hunch was turning into certainty.

This guy was probably in love with Hinako.

That’s why he knew so much about me and had been treating me like a rival.

“Don’t tell anyone, but… I’m actually working for the Konohana family on my parents’ orders.”

“Like a servant?”

“More like an apprentice in etiquette. I’m not exactly well-versed in high-society manners, so I’m learning at the Konohana household.”

In reality, I was the one taking care of things, but still.

It was a bit of a lie, but it was closer to the truth than saying nothing.

“…I see.”

He seemed satisfied with that,

“Tomonari,” he said, his face serious.

“I’m just gonna say it.”

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna like you.”

“…That’s a shame, but I get it.”

No problem. It made sense.

To this guy, I probably looked like a romantic rival.

“But… I’ll apologize to Miyakojima-san later.”

With that, he walked off the court.

His last words caught me off guard, but… he must’ve felt some guilt too. Knowing that was enough for me.

That cold attitude toward Narika hadn’t come from pure malice.

Leaving the court, I met up with Hinako again at the bench behind the school building.

“Hinako, you won too?”

“Mm.”

Hinako flashed a V-sign with her fingers.

Unlike me, she still seemed to have plenty of energy.

“Izuki… you okay?”

“Somehow… no, honestly, I need a break…”

I sank onto the bench, letting out a slow breath.

Tennis was way tougher than it looked. You had to cover a huge court all by yourself, running nonstop. And that last match had dragged on for an hour, leaving me mentally and physically drained.

I really wanted to rest for a bit, but…

“…Third round’s starting soon.”

“…Huh?”

My face froze.

I realized later, but as you advance in a tournament, fewer players remain, so the matches come faster.

Since there was an open court, I had to head straight into the third round.

The result of that match—

“…Tough luck.”

“Haa, haa, haa… damn it…”

The third-round opponent was a real powerhouse, and I got crushed without landing a single blow.

By the way, a few hours later, Hinako went on to win the whole thing like it was nothing.

◆

The sports festival’s tennis division came to an end.

Hinako, who’d won the women’s division, handed her certificate to Shizune-san and came back to me.

“Phew… I’m beat.”

With the matches over, Hinako finally let her shoulders relax.

Spending the rest of the day chilling with her didn’t sound bad… but today, I couldn’t stop thinking about another girl.

“Hinako, mind if we go check out the kendo division?”

“Mm… I’m curious too.”

Hinako seemed to be thinking about Narika as well.

Usually, the kendo division wrapped up faster than tennis, so it might’ve already ended, but we decided to check just in case.

When we got to the gym, kendo matches were still going on.

(The matches are moving slower than I thought.)

Checking the tournament bracket, it looked like they were in the semifinals now.

“Hey, did something happen?”

Curious about the delay, I asked a male student watching nearby.

He looked startled for a second but quickly explained.

“There was a problem with the air conditioning system earlier, so they had to pause the matches. That’s why kendo’s running behind.”

Got it…

No wonder there was such a crowd.

Most of the other events had probably finished, so bored students were trickling into the gym.

“—Match decided!”

A match ended.

The next one would be the other semifinal.

A familiar girl stepped onto the match area.

“…Narika.”

There she was, her black hair tied back, standing with a sharp, dignified expression.

But then, Narika glanced our way. Probably because Hinako stood out so much, she easily spotted me next to her.

“!”

The moment our eyes met, Narika quickly looked away.

Her cheeks were flushed red. …Of course, my face probably looked about the same.

“…Izuki. What’s going on with you and Miyakojima-san?”

“N-Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Suspicious…”

Hinako gave me a piercing stare, but I clammed up, refusing to say a word.

Out in the match area, Narika wrapped a tenugui around her head with practiced ease.

After a deep breath, her sharp eyes narrowed slightly.

(…That focus is part of Narika’s charm.)

A switch had flipped in Narika’s mind.

She exuded an aura distinct from the refined elegance Tennouji-san carried—a commanding presence, almost like an indomitable spirit. Right now, Narika had a gravitas that made her seem far beyond her peers.

“—Begin!”

The referee signaled the start of the match.

Narika and her opponent circled each other cautiously, sizing one another up.

(Her condition… looks solid.)

I recalled our conversation in the hallway a few hours ago.

I’d worried that it might’ve thrown her off, but that concern was unfounded. If anything, it seemed to have freed her—her movements were crisp, without a trace of hesitation.

“Hey, do you think Miyakojima-san might actually want to make friends?”

A voice nearby caught my attention.

“Huh, why do you say that?”

“Someone from Class B was saying she’s been acting friendlier lately. Now that I think about it, she’s shown signs of that before, so maybe…”

“Hmm, I dunno…”

Friendlier? Narika had always been friendly from the start.

But her true intentions hadn’t gotten through to most people.

“Is that the infamous Miyakojima-san…?”

“She looks as intimidating as the rumors say…”

Narika was definitely a celebrity around here.

Just standing still, I could overhear all sorts of chatter about her.

(Crap… the crowd’s growing, and the vibe around Narika’s getting…)

Thanks to her efforts over the past few days, Narika had started to shift her image to some degree.

But that new image hadn’t fully spread through the academy yet. The students who were starting to warm up to her were still a minority.

In the packed gym, Narika swung her shinai vertically.

“Match decided!”

Amid the overflowing crowd, Narika claimed victory.

For a brief moment, she glanced at the audience.

Maybe—just maybe—she was hoping for a different reaction than last year. But reality was harsh. The crowd was starting to fear her.

Narika headed back to the waiting room. Her back looked so lonely it was hard to watch.

—Why does it have to be like this?

Narika was in top form, wasn’t she?

That was a brilliant victory, wasn’t it?

So why did the atmosphere turn out like this…?

The final was next.

Would this just be a repeat of last year?

(…There’s one thing I can think of.)

I came up with one surefire way to stop people from being scared of Narika.

I recalled Tennouji-san’s “noblesse oblige” strategy. The key to that plan was for Narika to step back and let others shine instead of dominating the spotlight.

So… what if we did the same thing now?

The reason Narika was feared at last year’s tournament was because she’d won so overwhelmingly.

In that case, what if she just… lost?

“If she gave up the win…”

“…That’s a new one.”

My unconscious mutter got a response.

Startled, I turned to see Narika standing right in front of me.

“Narika, when did you—?”

“I’ve been here for a bit. You were deep in thought with that serious look, so I didn’t want to interrupt…”

Narika gave a dry smile.

“Losing on purpose to seem weaker, huh? …I hadn’t thought of that.”

Narika nodded with a strangely calm, “Hmm,” like she was taking it in stride.

But to me, it just looked like she was putting on a brave face.

“Narika, that was just one idea, nothing more…”

“It’s fine. I’ll make it work. Holding back isn’t exactly impossible for me.”

With that, she headed to the waiting room.

The final was coming up, and I couldn’t even muster a single word of encouragement.

Sure, Narika had said during our dojo sparring that she didn’t like holding back. It wasn’t that she couldn’t—it was just that she didn’t enjoy it.

But to me, the fact that she didn’t like it was the problem.

Was I really about to make Narika do something she didn’t want to do…?

“—Begin!”

The referee’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up.

While I was agonizing, the final had already started.

In the tense atmosphere, I noticed Narika’s movements were slower than usual.

“Wait, Miyakojima-san…”

“You don’t seem to be in top form.”

The spectators also noticed something off about Narika’s condition.

“…!!”

Narika was being unilaterally overwhelmed.

There was no mistake.

Narika… was planning to lose.

(What should I do…?)

The opponent scored the first point. But then, Narika managed to take one back.

She was making it look like a close match, but was it all an act? Kendo is a best-of-three. If she lost the next point, Narika’s defeat would be sealed.

The rational part of me clashed with the instinctive part.

The impression that Narika was scary was tied to the impression that she was strong. So, if her strength was revealed to be a facade, the fear she inspired would surely fade as well.

And—what’s more, Narika was nursing a sprained finger right now.

I’d forgotten because she’d won the semifinals so easily, but Narika had a bandage wrapped around her finger. If she was injured, it wouldn’t be surprising for her to lose… Surely, everyone around would think the same.

All the pieces were in place for Narika to lose.

This strategy would probably work perfectly.

Yet, no matter what, I couldn’t shake this bad feeling.

What was it I truly wanted…?

I wanted Narika to be recognized by all sorts of people.

That feeling was genuine.

I didn’t want Narika to do something she didn’t love.

That feeling was genuine too.

“Izuki… what do you want to do?”

Hinako asked quietly, so the people around us couldn’t hear.

It was as if she could see right through my heart… as if she were speaking for it.

“I…”

Sorting through the emotions bubbling up inside me, I opened my mouth.

“I love how sincere Narika is about martial arts. She knows her weaknesses, and that’s exactly why she wants to take pride in what she’s good at… I love that way of living.”

Calling it a way of living might sound a bit grandiose.

But putting the fog in my head into words and letting it out made me feel somewhat clearer.

(…I see.)

That nobility—it felt familiar.

Hinako, who struggled under the weight of her responsibilities yet still searched earnestly for her own happiness. Tennouji-san, who always carried herself with grace to uphold her family’s dignity.

Narika’s nobility was the same as theirs.

She was aware of her ordinary—or perhaps even below-average—weaknesses, and that’s precisely why she strove to take pride in the strength she did have.

My words might have been the trigger, but Narika was now proving it with her own power.

Even while carrying her weaknesses, she aimed to be strong.

Miyakojima Narika was, in her own way, an Ojou-sama.

“…It’ll probably be fine.”

Hinako said, looking straight into my face.

“Even if Narika wins and the mood gets weird… if you’re the first to praise her, I think that’ll fix everything.”

“What do you mean by—”

Without answering my question, Hinako continued.

“So, Izuki… make sure you tell her your words clearly.”

Hinako said with a soft smile.

In that moment, my resolve hardened.

Hinako was right. I still hadn’t told Narika my true feelings.

If Narika wanted to make friends from now on, losing here might be the better choice.

But that’s not what I wanted.

The Narika I liked wasn’t like that.

—Just as Narika had called me special.

—I wanted to tell her that she was special to me, too.

Even if this feeling was selfish… no, because it was selfish, it was undeniably my true feeling.

I didn’t want Narika to be just some ordinary person.

The girl I liked, Miyakojima Narika, was amazing, cool—and so much stronger than that.

“Narika!”

I shouted to Narika, who looked so frail, as if she might be knocked away any moment despite holding her bamboo sword.

This might undo all our efforts so far.

If that happened, I’d just have to start over and help her again.

But this strategy alone—I couldn’t accept it. I refused to.

So—

“Go all out and crush it—!!”

In that instant, fighting spirit surged from Narika’s entire being.

The frail demeanor from moments ago vanished, and she stepped forward with agility and boldness.

“—!?”

The opposing student was stunned.

And no wonder—Narika had turned the tide of her disadvantage in a single moment.

The opponent hurriedly thrust at her wrist, but Narika saw through it instantly and deflected it.

A loud thud echoed.

Narika, firmly planting her foot on the floor, swung her bamboo sword straight down.

“Meeeeen—!!”

With a spirited cry that tore through the air, Narika’s bamboo sword struck her opponent’s mask.

Something deep inside me trembled. It wasn’t just fear. It was the kind of strength that made you feel fear—her sheer sincerity. That was Narika right now.

That was the charm I saw in Narika.

That was Narika’s coolness.

“Match decided!”

The referee announced.

The kendo division finals of the tournament… were Narika’s overwhelming victory.

The two students, bamboo swords in hand, faced each other and bowed.

Even an amateur could tell. Narika’s strength was on a different level.

That overwhelming skill translated into fear, and the students in the venue fell silent.

To break that silence—I clapped.

Being there for Narika mattered more to me right now than reading the room.

Even if everyone else stayed silent… I would show Narika that I, at least, was on her side.

But then.

From beside me, I heard the sound of clapping.

Hinako was clapping gracefully.

Then, from a little farther away, more clapping joined in.

Asahi-san, Kita, Suminoe-san, the guy I’d faced in tennis… they were all clapping.

Before long—the entire venue was filled with the sound of applause.

“Man, that was… incredible, right?”

“Yeah, I was totally shocked…”

“I was a little scared at first, but…”

Amid the applause, I could hear the students’ voices.

This was the moment we’d been waiting for—the moment Narika’s image began to change.

“Miyakojima-san is amazing.”

The applause didn’t stop.

And among it, there were definitely voices praising Narika.

At the center of the venue, Narika, having removed her mask, stood frozen with wide eyes. Her mouth, agape in shock, didn’t seem to close.

But soon, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes,

“…Haha!”

And she smiled, looking genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.

“See… I told you.”

Hinako said with a smug hmph.

“I know Izuki better than anyone…”

I didn’t quite get what she meant, but I felt she was right.

I was glad I trusted Hinako and shouted.

There was no air of rejection toward Narika in this venue.

Narika—had won.