Chapter 3: Amid the Echoes

Three days later. Returning to the mansion from the academy and immediately launching the Management Game,

“Whoa!?”

I couldn’t help but let out a startled yelp at the sight of the massive number of unread emails flooding the game’s inbox.

“…Are all of these client requests?”

Judging by the subject lines, almost every single one was a request for consulting services.

But why, all of a sudden, this deluge of requests…?

(…Oh, right. It was announced today, wasn’t it?)

A realization hit me, and I checked the news section of the Management Game.

As expected, there it was—an article about a business partnership between J’s Holdings and Taishou Movers.

It was being treated as quite a big deal. Probably on par with, or even bigger than, the coverage when I helped Suminoe-san avoid that acquisition.

The article had an enormous number of views. And it clearly stated that Tomonari Consulting had spearheaded the project.

This article was likely the reason for the sudden surge in requests.

As I stared, dumbfounded, at the mountain of unread emails, a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

“Pardon the intrusion.”

Shizune-san entered the room, pulling a serving cart behind her.

It seemed she’d brought some snacks again.

“Izuki-san, I heard a shout just now…”

“Oh, sorry about that. Something unexpected came up in the Management Game…”

“Something unexpected?”

Tilting her head curiously, Shizune-san peered at my computer monitor as I showed it to her.

After glancing at the news article and my inbox, she quickly grasped the situation.

“This… you proposed quite an impressive project.”

“You think so too, Shizune-san?”

“The ultimate goal of the Management Game is to apply in-game experiences to the real world. This project perfectly achieves that. The other students must realize this, which is why they’re reacting so strongly. …I’m sure the judges are impressed as well.”

Come to think of it, Asahi-san and Taishou had also been struck by how this project could translate to real-world success.

Apparently, my proposal had hit the very heart of what the Management Game was all about.

I scrolled through the article, reading further.

(…Taishou really came through with something amazing.)

Another standout detail caught my eye in the headline.

Taishou Movers had developed a new type of packaging material and secured a patent for it. This material was designed for transporting precision equipment, and they planned to sell it as a standalone product moving forward.

I’d only shared an ideal vision, but Taishou had clearly risen to meet those expectations.

Taishou Movers, true to its name, was a moving company. Naturally, they excelled at transporting appliances. That expertise had meshed perfectly with this new venture. The development of the packaging material likely drew on the know-how they’d accumulated over years.

Just then, my smartphone buzzed.

The screen displayed the name Konohana Takuma.

“Takuma-sama, is it?” Shizune-san noted.

“Yeah. We’re about to have a meeting.”

“…Then I’ll take my leave.”

Shizune-san reached for the doorknob.

I felt a bit guilty, accepting her snacks only to usher her out so quickly.

“You’re welcome to stay, if there’s no issue…”

“I might end up saying something venomous, so I’ll pass.”

Yeah… probably best to avoid that.

After the door closed, I started the call with Takuma-san.

“Yo, Izuki-kun. How’s the consulting gig going?”

“It’s going pretty well so far.”

“Figured as much. I suggested this path because I knew you’d handle it. …So, what kind of work have you been doing, specifically?”

“I’ve put together a rough summary. I’ll send it over by email.”

To streamline the meeting, I shared the pre-prepared documents.

Shimax, J’s Holdings, and Taishou Movers—these were the three companies I’d worked with as a consultant.

“…Huh, mobile appliance sales? That’s a creative idea you came up with.”

Takuma-san praised me.

“I just identified the strengths of the two companies. By chance, those strengths happened to align perfectly…”

“Spotting those strengths is your talent. And that’s exactly what a consultant’s job is.”

Hearing that didn’t feel half bad.

This time, things had gone almost too smoothly for me. It was beyond a good start. But when I thought about it, this opportunity had come my way precisely because of people like Narika and Asahi-san.

I was reminded once again how glad I was to have formed the Tea Party Alliance. Connections between people could wield incredible power in moments like this.

“Can you share Shimax’s data with me?”

“Got it.”

I sent the documents to Takuma-san.

A brief silence followed. He was probably reading through them.

“Hmm… you and Miyakojima-san might make a great team.”

Takuma-san said this while sipping tea.

“She’s got a genius streak when it comes to ideas, doesn’t she? But it seems she’s not great at dealing with peers in the industry. If she could collaborate more effectively, she’d achieve even better results… I guess she’s just not the type who’s good with people.”

Wow. That’s… exactly right.

““On the other hand, you’re great at handling people. Especially when it comes to negotiating with peers or other business leaders. If you leverage that strength to support Miyakojima-san, Shimax could take a huge leap forward. It’s not just about covering her weaknesses—it’s a powerful synergy.”

“…I see.”

So, teaming up with Narika was the right move after all.

“Hm?”

A new message popped up in the game’s inbox.

The sender… was Narika.

“Something up?”

“Oh, no, just a work email from Narika.”

“Speak of the devil, huh? Alright, let’s wrap up this meeting. Go take care of Miyakojima-san.”

“Wait, we’re done already?”

“Speed is everything in business, especially with a big client like her. …I’ll send any feedback or suggestions via email later, so just review those.”

Well, Narika is a major client, so…

As Takuma-san suggested, I decided to prioritize Narika for now.

After ending the call with Takuma-san, I noticed a missed call notification on my phone screen… from Narika. She’d tried calling once already.

I called her back from the call history.

The call connected almost instantly.

“Sorry, I was on another call. You good now?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I actually have something I wanted to consult you about.”

Narika spoke hesitantly.

“I want to strengthen our company’s security, but I’m not sure how to go about it.”

“…Security, huh.”

She was likely talking about information security—specifically, IT-related security measures.

But Shimax already had a department handling security, didn’t it?

“What’s wrong with your current security measures?”

“We have some in place, but since we started the e-commerce business, I thought it’d be better to bolster the IT department overall. So, I wanted to ask if there’s anything better we could do.”

So, with the launch of their online store, she wanted to overhaul the company’s IT infrastructure.

Shimax was a long-established company. In firms like that, IT systems often lagged behind modern standards. It made sense that she’d want to use the new venture as a chance to modernize. I could understand the impulse.

“S-so, um… how long would it take? Can you handle it right away?”

“Well, we’re still in the middle of a consulting contract with Shimax, so even though this is a bit outside the usual scope, I’ll prioritize it. That said…”

As I spoke, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Narika’s attitude.

“…Narika, are you, like, panicking or something?”

“Wha—!? N-n-n-no way, I’m totally fine!!”

She’s way too bad at lying.

I asked again, my tone a bit more serious.

“This could be important, so be honest with me. Why are you so flustered?”

A consultant’s job depends on earning the trust of business leaders.

If she was hiding something, it could delay critical responses. I needed her to be straight with me, even if it meant being a little firm.

“W-well, it’s… it’s not really about the company.”

Narika faltered.

“Earlier, when I started the game, I saw news about Asahi-san’s company launching a mobile appliance sales business. …That was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s bound to be a huge success. I’m sure others think so too. So, you’re probably getting tons of requests right now, aren’t you?”

“…Pretty much.”

In fact, even as we spoke, another request email popped into my inbox.

But why would that make Narika so anxious?

“And, well…”

Narika’s voice grew faint.

“If you become super popular… I was worried you might drift away from me…”

Her voice trembled with unease.

I could practically see her fidgeting, her face clouded with self-doubt.

Hearing Narika’s honest feelings, I—

“Pfft.”

“H-hey, why’re you laughing!? I’m seriously worried here!”

I knew it wasn’t nice, but I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Look, Narika… if you think I’d go out of my way to help just anyone like this, you’re dead wrong.”

Her fears were completely unfounded.

“Remember when I said you have a normal sensibility?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You’re so visibly trying, you know? It makes me want to root for you. …Maybe it’s that your struggles feel relatable. Wanting friends, finding studies tough—those aren’t the kinds of worries you hear much around this academy, right?”

“Ugh… yeah, that’s true.”

For someone like me, desperately trying to fit in at this academy, Narika’s struggles were the most relatable. They were the kind of everyday worries I could easily have had myself.

“This might not sound like a compliment, but I sense a kind of human vulnerability in you. And because of that, when I see you pushing forward, it makes me want to support you and push forward too.”

Hinako and Tennouji-san both had their own vulnerabilities. But Narika’s were probably the most pronounced.

Narika felt the most real.

And that human vulnerability was the root of her normal sensibility.

They say strengths and weaknesses are two sides of the same coin, and Narika was a textbook example. When I thought about it, Takuma-san had called her a “genius,” even over Hinako or Tennouji-san. That meant Narika had incredible potential.

“I’m still green, so there’s a limit to how many requests I can handle. But I have no intention of breaking our contract. Let me stay on your ship until the end.”

“I-Izuki~~~ …”

Relieved, Narika called my name in a teary voice.

“I’ll take care of the security issue. I’ll come up with some ideas soon, so just hang tight.”

“Yes! Thank you, Izuki!”

I hung up the call with Narika.

Pulling my chair back, I let out a quiet breath.

“…Security measures, huh.”

Shimax already had a security department, but if they wanted a complete overhaul, it might be better to rely on third-party security software rather than their in-house team.

Just then, Narika sent me an email with the latest company info, so I skimmed through it. …The e-commerce business was doing well so far, but there were signs of potential staffing shortages as the new venture ramped up. The employees were already stretched thin, and piling on more tasks felt like a recipe for burnout.

If you leverage your strengths to support Miyakojima-san, Shimax could take a huge leap forward.

I recalled what Takuma-san had said.

He’d described my strength as—

“Being skilled at negotiation, huh…”

It probably wasn’t about outsmarting people or playing psychological games. It was about the straightforward act of building alliances and gaining cooperators. …Though Takuma-san seemed to want me to develop the more cunning side too, that kind of deep strategy was beyond me for now.

Consulting for Asahi-san and Taishou’s companies had taught me something. Businesses that played to their strengths were more likely to succeed. …So, I needed to lean into my own strengths too.

Negotiation. Building connections. That was where I could shine.

“Right, it’s in here…”

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out something I’d tucked away.

It was—a business card Shizune-san had given me before the competition began.

Initially, I’d been set up as the heir to a mid-tier IT company. …It was just a backstory. But as I settled into the academy, I realized I needed to study IT seriously. When Shizune-san learned this, she’d suggested, “Why not actually work for an IT company in the future?” To give that path some weight, she’d later handed me this business card. She’d even secured a promise that, if I was interested after graduating, they’d hire me.

The company was an IT firm that developed security software for offices. As Shizune-san had recommended it, it was a reputable company with low turnover and even TV commercials.

Leaving my room, I headed toward the kitchen.

There, I found Shizune-san inspecting ingredients delivered to the mansion.

“Shizune-san, got a sec?”

“What is it?”

I showed her the business card I’d taken from my desk.

“I’d like to use this card…”

◆

The next evening, I was at an office building near the station, alone.

A suit would’ve made me blend in with regular employees, but since I was here as a student, I wore the Kiou Academy uniform. A lone student in a place like this must’ve been a rare sight, as passersby and security guards kept staring at me.

After waiting for a bit, a man approached from the elevator.

“Sorry, my meeting ran long…”

“No, I’m the one who should apologize for taking up your time when you’re so busy.”

He apologized despite being barely five minutes late.

He was young—probably mid-twenties. He bowed with practiced ease, and I instinctively bowed back.

Then, he handed me a business card.

“Watarai, Sales Division 2, Horizon Inc.”

“Tomonari Izuki. Nice to meet you.”

I accepted the card with both hands.

I’d studied business card etiquette beforehand. When receiving one without giving one in return, you just take it with both hands. After accepting it, I bowed again and said, “Thank you for this.”

“Let’s head to the meeting room, then.”

I followed Watarai-san into the elevator.

Horizon Inc.’s office was on the seventeenth floor. We stepped out, walked down a long corridor, and entered a meeting room.

“I was surprised, you know. Someone wanting to hear about our products is one thing, but a student? That’s a first.”

Perhaps sensing my discomfort with the formal atmosphere, Watarai-san deliberately relaxed his tone.

He guided me to the seat of honor. A bottle of tea was already set out for me. A projector stood at the center of the table, ready to display slides.

The setup was clearly prepared for a serious business meeting. They hadn’t cut corners, even for a mere student, and I felt a wave of gratitude.

“I’m really sorry for taking up your time as just a student…”

“No, no, the Management Game at Kiou Academy is well-known, even at our company. I’m honored to help.”

Watarai-san closed the meeting room door.

I placed the business card he’d given me on top of my cardholder and set it on the table. In a business meeting, you don’t put a received card away immediately. You keep it on the table during the discussion and store it afterward—that’s the etiquette.

“Fun fact: Our president is a Kiou Academy alumni.”

“Really?”

“Yup. So, it’s kind of like a presidential order. …The other day, he told me, ‘The Management Game is tough, so make sure to help them out!’ Think of this as a quirky alumni visit.”

“…That’s really kind of you.”

Horizon Inc. was an IT company founded twenty years ago, and if I recalled correctly, the current president was still the founder. That meant he’d graduated from Kiou Academy and built this company from the ground up.

It wasn’t publicly listed, but with roughly 80 billion yen in sales and over 3,000 employees across its subsidiaries, it was a major player. The skill it took to create such a company from nothing was unimaginable. …They easily met the criteria for going public but hadn’t. Likely, they preferred staying private to maintain flexible management, free from vocal shareholders.

“Now, let me explain our product… Horizon Viewing.”

“…Please do.”

Switching to sales mode, Watarai-san’s tone grew formal again.

I opened my laptop, ready to take notes.

So, why was I visiting Horizon Inc.?

To address Narika’s request about Shimax’s security concerns, I wanted to learn more about the security software Horizon developed.

Horizon sold a product called Horizon Viewing. From my cursory research, it was a tool for managing a company’s IT assets, like computers and peripherals. I wanted to explore whether Shimax could adopt this software.

Horizon Inc. existed in the Management Game too, but since it was run by AI rather than students, visiting in person seemed the best approach. Normally, that wouldn’t be possible, but I had a slight connection to this company.

The business card Shizune-san had given me was from Horizon Inc.

Hoping for a meeting, I’d called the number on the card on a whim. To my surprise, they readily agreed, which led to this moment.

“Horizon Viewing is software that supports companies in managing their IT assets. Its implementation cases are diverse, including even the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications—”

Watarai-san begins the presentation smoothly, without a single stutter.

The software is trusted enough to be adopted by the Ministry and prestigious private universities, boasting the number-one market share. The total number of implementations reportedly exceeds 20,000.

In other words, there are that many companies prioritizing internal security measures. …This proves Narika’s instincts were spot-on.

“With Horizon Viewing, you can also address information leaks. For instance, if an unregistered USB drive is used, file transfers are restricted, and a notification is sent.”

It seems the software manages IT assets while also preventing data breaches.

“How long does implementation take?”

“It depends on the scale, but for example—”

Watarai-san answers the question with effortless confidence.

There’s this… aura of professional composure about him. I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever become an adult like that someday. Thoughts like that cross my mind.

Watarai-san continues explaining Horizon Viewing…

“—And that’s the gist of it, I suppose.”

Having finished the overview, Watarai-san visibly relaxes his shoulders.

“Tomonari-kun, you’re so composed that I slipped right into full sales mode. Did my explanation make sense?”

“Yes. Thank you for the detailed explanation.”

He covered everything from basic functions to implementation methods in a clear, concise way.

With such a wide range of successful cases, it seems like a software any company could use. This should work for Shimax, too.

As I’m thinking about the future, the meeting room door is knocked on three times.

“Oh, you must be Tomonari-kun!?”

A stout man with a bit of gray in his hair laughs heartily.

He’s wearing a high-quality suit. It doesn’t seem like an international brand, but the way it fits his frame perfectly suggests it’s probably custom-made.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sorano, the president and CEO of Horizon.”

“I’m Tomonari Izuki. Thank you for this valuable opportunity.”

Sensing his position instinctively, I quickly bow and accept his business card.

“So, how was it? Did you learn anything useful today?”

“Yes, it was very educational.”

“That’s great to hear. …You may have heard, but I’m also a graduate of Kiou Academy. Is the pond still in the courtyard?”

“Oh, yes, it’s still there. The one with the koi, right?”

I vividly remember it from when I first transferred, watching Hinako feed the fish.

Now that I think about it… was it okay for her to feed them like that?

“That pond was built during my time. The student council back then wanted to use the budget to enhance the academy’s scenery. It was quite the grand election.”

Huh… so that pond wasn’t always there.

“Being on the student council gives you the power to change the academy’s environment that much, huh?”

“Interested in the student council, are you?”

“Yes. I’m aiming to join it, actually.”

“Oh, that’s ambitious!”

President Sorano looks impressed.

“If you’re aiming for the student council, you’d better get used to talking with adults. I hear they often deal with important people outside the academy.”

“Got it… thank you.”

On that front, I’m already getting plenty of practice. After all, I live in the Konohana family’s mansion. Takuma-san, Kagen-san, and the other staff there… I’m surrounded by adults who are on a whole other level.

“Watarai, why don’t you give him some advice?”

“Well, I’m just a salesman…”

Watarai-san gives a wry smile, clearly put on the spot by President Sorano’s suggestion.

I take the chance to ask him a question.

“Um, are there any tips for sales? Lately, I’ve been negotiating with a lot of different people…”

I haven’t hit any major roadblocks in negotiations yet, but there might be areas for improvement I haven’t noticed. Getting advice from a pro is a rare opportunity for a student like me. I want to take anything I can get to grow.

“Let’s see… I’d say it’s about reading the person and adjusting your approach.”

Watarai-san places a finger on his chin as he explains.

“For example, a high-energy young person and a serious, older individual… it’d be odd to approach them both the same way, right? With the young person, mixing in some casual chat makes things lively. With the older person, a calm, grounded attitude leads to deeper conversations.”

“…I see.”

At first, when he said to change your attitude based on the person, I thought it sounded a bit like being two-faced, with a negative connotation. But hearing it explained like this, it makes perfect sense.

I try thinking about the opposite scenario. Approaching a young person with an overly serious demeanor might make them feel uncomfortable. And if you act too energetic with an older person, they might see you as frivolous. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well.

“This isn’t just for sales—it applies to all communication. Even among your friends, some love joking around, while others are more reserved, right? You wouldn’t go up to a quiet person and say, ‘Let’s hit the town and flirt!’ …Everyone does this instinctively. Just apply it to sales.”

Now that he mentions it, he’s absolutely right.

Maybe it’s a technique we all use without realizing it.

“By the way, this trick works for job interviews, too, so keep it in mind. Interviews usually involve a young HR person and an older executive. Switch your approach depending on who you’re talking to, and you’ll at least pass at our company.”

“You were thinking about stuff like that…?”

President Sorano chuckles wryly. He must have been at Watarai-san’s interview.

But the mention of job interviews stings a little in my chest.

The pain comes from guilt.

Originally, I received an informal job offer from Horizon through a business card. In other words, I was scouted by this company, and I’m here today because of that connection.

But I’ve already decided to pursue a career as a consultant.

Which means, this company…

“…Um, I’m sorry!”

I can’t stay silent any longer—it feels wrong.

I bow my head.

“I… I probably won’t be joining this company!”

“Hahaha, I figured as much. I had a hunch.”

Huh? A small sound escapes my lips.

“You’re still a student, yet you came to visit a company all by yourself. That kind of initiative is extraordinary. Even at Kiou Academy, few students would go this far. …With that kind of drive, you must have a goal far beyond our company, right?”

“Uh…”

He hit the nail on the head so perfectly that I’m at a loss for words.

To be precise, it’s not that I chose a higher goal—I just shifted the direction of my future. But to him, it probably amounts to the same thing.

“If I’m being calculating, just connecting with you like this could strengthen our ties with the Konohana Group. That alone makes this worthwhile. So there’s no need for you to feel guilty.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Half of that is probably his true thoughts, but the other half is surely out of kindness.

I got Horizon’s business card from Shizune-san. That means Horizon has some connection to the Konohana Group. President Sorano likely sees this as a chance to deepen that tie.

Through the Management Game, I’ve come to realize something clearly.

For me, business is about connections.

It might be different for others. Hinako, Tennouji-san, Narika, Asahi-san, Taishou… they might run their companies with different principles.

But for me, at least, it’s about connections.

More than numbers, ideas, or luck… my business revolves around relationships.

“That said, life is long. If you ever feel like it, consider our company as one of your options. We’d welcome someone like you with open arms.”

“…Thank you.”

I bow deeply.

Right now, I’m being saved by President Sorano’s generosity.

“By the way, did you know there’s a secret trick in the Management Game?”

“Huh? No, I didn’t…”

President Sorano writes a string of alphanumeric characters on a notepad and hands it to me.

“When you do business with our company, try entering this code.”

“Uh… got it.”

I have no idea what it’s for, but I accept it for now.

Finally, I bow to both of them once more.

“Thank you for today.”

◆

After returning to the mansion, I immediately tell Narika about the day’s events.

“So, let’s strengthen Shimax’s security with Horizon Viewing.”

“Got it!”

I share the product information materials I got from Horizon, and after discussing with Narika, we decide, as planned, to implement Horizon Viewing at Shimax.

“I’ll handle the negotiations with Horizon, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m not trying to steal your credit!”

That wasn’t even a concern. I just want to see this through since I’ve been the one researching Horizon’s products.

With Narika’s approval, I start the transaction with Horizon Inc. in the Management Game.

Oh, right—President Sorano mentioned something about a secret trick…

(…Huh? There’s an input field.)

I notice a strange input field in the corner of the transaction screen.

Just to try it, I pull out the memo from President Sorano and enter the alphanumeric code written on it.

And then—the price of Horizon Viewing gets discounted.

“…So that’s what the secret trick was.”

This trick reflects real-world negotiations in the game.

It’s similar to the marketing company Asahi-san introduced me to. That company, run by actual students, gave me a discount because of Asahi-san’s introduction. But since Horizon is AI-operated, the discount is applied this way.

This game is so well-designed.

It even incorporates real-world connections into the gameplay.

“Narika, it’s going to be cheaper than we thought.”

“Huh? That’s great, but… why?”

“Probably because the president is a really good guy.”

Business is run by people.

That’s why a leader’s character can sometimes make all the difference. Of course, the opposite can happen, too.

“Still, Izuki, you’re seriously amazing. Visiting an actual company like that…”

“It was just a lucky connection. Plus, I was personally curious.”

“Even with a connection, I’d be way too nervous to go…”

From President Sorano’s reaction, it seems I was the unusual one this time, so it’s not like Narika needs to feel bad about not doing the same.

“By the way, Izuki, are you free this Saturday?”

“Saturday? Yeah, I’m free.”

“Th-then, want to come to my place?”

Narika’s house?

“You’ve been helping me out so much lately. I want to thank you for that… and also, my dad says he wants to apologize for the misunderstanding from when we were kids.”

“Misunderstanding… oh, that.”

Back when I stayed at Narika’s house as a kid, I thought her dad, Musashi-san, hated me. It wasn’t until after the sports festival that I learned it was a misunderstanding.

I feel like I was partly at fault for that, but Musashi-san probably wants to clear the air properly. If that’s the case, I have no reason to refuse. It’s a kind offer.

“And, um… this is my dad’s idea, but since it’s a rare chance, he suggested you could stay over like old times…”

“…Stay over, huh.”

Honestly, I’m thrilled.

Staying at Narika’s house as a kid was so much fun. It’s probably in my top three memories. How could a kid not be excited to stay in a huge mansion like that? That’s also why the misunderstanding with Musashi-san stuck with me so strongly.

I visited Narika’s house during the first semester, but I didn’t stay over then.

If I could stay there again, like back then… it’d be a fun day.

“…I’ll check with the Konohanas first.”

“Oh, right!”

For now, I need to get permission from Hinako, Shizune-san, or Kagen-san.

With that in mind, I head to Hinako’s room.

“Hm… Izuki?”

“Izuki-san? What’s up?”

Not only is Hinako in the room, but Shizune-san is there, too.

“Sorry to interrupt your studying. Is it okay if I stay over at Narika’s place next Saturday?”

I direct the question to Shizune-san first.

Hinako’s eyes widen.

“W-w-w-what… what does that mean…!?”

“? It’s just staying over, nothing more…”

“Why would you stay over…!?”

I tilt my head, unsure why she’s so shocked.

Shizune-san steps closer and whispers so Hinako can’t hear.

“Izuki-san, just so you know… it’s not exactly normal for a high schooler to stay over at someone of the opposite sex’s house.”

“Oh… I get it. But I’m already living with Hinako, aren’t I?”

“That’s a different matter, at least for Ojou-sama.”

Different… is it?

I don’t have anything to hide, so I’ll just explain the situation clearly.

“Look, it’s not a big deal. Narika’s dad just suggested we hang out like we did as kids.”

“Oh… I see. Hmm…”

That seems to clear up her confusion.

Even if I were desperate, I wouldn’t be this blatant about staying at a girl’s house.

“…Fine. You can go.”

Hinako gives her approval.

I glance at Shizune-san, who nods. No issues there, either.

“Want to come along, Hinako?”

“I’ll pass. …You and the Miyakojimas have a long history, so you probably want some time to catch up without me around.”

Fair point. If we start reminiscing and Hinako’s there, it might get awkward.

“Thanks. I’ll let Narika know.”

◇

Saturday night. Hinako, along with Shizune, is seeing Izuki off at the mansion’s gate.

“Alright, I’m off.”

“Mm… take care.”

As planned, Izuki sets off for Narika’s house.

The Konohana family car carrying Izuki drives off slowly, disappearing from sight.

“Ojou-sama, are you really okay with this?”

“…I’m fine. I don’t want to take away Izuki’s place because of me anymore.”

She recalls the guilt she realized at the end of summer break.

By chance, Izuki was at the scene of her kidnapping, and Hinako thoughtlessly appointed him as her caretaker. Because of that, his old life was taken away.

Izuki acts like it doesn’t bother him, but this experience made Hinako reflect.

She can’t let her selfishness rob Izuki of his place again.

(Izuki will come back properly. …I have to believe that.)

Her shoujo manga said it clearly.

A clingy girl will only push a guy away.

(But… Miyakojima-san is so cool…)

Trusting him completely and sending him off is tough when the other person is that formidable.

To Hinako, Narika is effortlessly cool. Sure, she shows a timid side during tea parties, but that only makes her usual confident, dignified demeanor stand out more. Hinako still can’t beat her in PE class—not even close, honestly. She’s supposed to maintain top grades to play the perfect Ojou-sama, but even her dad thinks it’s fine if she loses to Narika in PE.

Narika’s that cool… yet she’s bad at communicating, which is exactly the kind of personality Izuki would find endearing to look after.

That’s not fair. That role is mine.

Izuki is my caretaker.

(Ughhh… I’m getting anxious…)

What if Izuki doesn’t come back from Narika’s house?

What if he likes her place better than this mansion?

‘Hinako, starting today, I’m going to be Narika’s caretaker.’

The thought of Izuki saying that plays in her head.

If that became reality… she’d probably die of shock.

“Ugh, ughhh…”

“Ojou-sama… how noble…”

Hinako collapses to her knees, crouching on the ground.

She tried so hard to hide her anxiety for the sake of someone she loves. Seeing the fragile back of such a delicate girl, Shizune’s eyes well up with tears.

◆

Stepping out of the car, I find myself in front of a long, stately house that looks like a samurai residence.

It’d been a while since I last visited Narika’s house. The solemn atmosphere was as striking as ever. The Konohana family mansion where I currently live and Tennouji-san’s house are built in a Western architectural style, exuding a sense of extravagance, refinement, and beauty. But a traditional Japanese estate like this gives off a different impression entirely. It’s tranquil, dignified, and possesses a unique beauty distinct from Western architecture. Is this what they call wabi-sabi?

“Tomonari-sama, we’ve been expecting you.”

Guided by a Miyakojima family attendant, I passed through the gate.

Crossing the dry landscape garden, I stepped into the building—and then…

“—Yo, welcome! To the Miyakojima household!”

“Whoa!?”

With a sharp pop-pop, colorful confetti fluttered down around me.

There stood Narika, holding a party popper, her smile awkward but earnest.

“…What’re you doing?”

“I-I thought… it’d liven things up…”

I appreciated the sentiment, but it was so sudden I couldn’t keep up.

Perhaps sensing my confusion, Narika’s expression drooped dejectedly.

“…Heh, I’m hopeless, aren’t I? Always making a mess of things. I haven’t grown at all since back then…”

“No, wait! That’s not true at all!”

I didn’t want an awkward atmosphere to linger, so I scrambled to cheer her up.

“I mean, I was thrilled! Seriously, I’m pumped for today!”

“R-Really? You were happy!? T-The effort was worth it, then…!”

Seemingly back in good spirits, Narika beamed with delight.

Just then, a woman in a kimono appeared from the hallway.

“Tomonari-san, it’s been a while.”

“…It’s been a while, Otsuko-san.”

This was Miyakojima Otsuko, Narika’s mother.

With her short, neatly trimmed black hair, she gave off the aura of a refined beauty in traditional Japanese attire, her demeanor calm and composed. Narika’s bold, spirited nature must have come from her father, Musashi-san.

Otsuko-san looked at me and bowed gracefully.

“Thank you for indulging my daughter’s little spectacle.”

“Spectacle!?”

Narika’s eyes widened at her mother’s blunt remark.

Otsuko-san could’ve stepped in if she knew it’d turn out like this…

“You must be hungry, yes? Dinner is ready, so please join us in the living room.”

“Yes. Thank you for having me until tomorrow.”

“My, such a polite young man. I wish Narika would take a page out of your book.”

Narika let out a small “ugh” at the jab.

Otsuko-san… she really knows how to tease Narika, doesn’t she?

I followed Narika to the living room.

A large dining table was laden with an impressive spread of dishes.

“O-Ohh…”

It was a full-on kaiseki feast. Sushi, tempura, shabu-shabu, salt-grilled sea bream—each dish was vibrant and meticulously arranged.

Even if this was a special welcome meal, the sheer extravagance of it all sent my spirits soaring.

Narika seemed to feel the same way.

“Mother, you really went all out!”

“Indeed. I put my heart into it.”

Otsuko-san’s voice carried a hint of pride.

“You made all this, Otsuko-san?”

“With some help from the staff, but I prepared most of it myself.”

That’s… incredible.

I always had this image of Otsuko-san as someone who could do anything, and it seems I wasn’t wrong. …That dexterity didn’t quite pass down to Narika, though.

As I sat next to Narika, a man entered the living room.

Our eyes met—he was wearing a casual jinbei outfit.

“Musashi-san.”

“…You’re here.”

Musashi-san’s sharp gaze fixed on me.

“Uh, it’s been a while.”

“…Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

…Huh?

The misunderstanding’s been cleared up, right…?

During the athletics festival, Otsuko-san mentioned that Musashi-san’s just not good with words. I’d like to think this silence is just part of that.

“Now, let’s eat while it’s still warm.”

We all said “Itadakimasu” in unison, and I dug into the dishes before me.

Kaiseki meals typically have a specific order and etiquette, but here, all the dishes were laid out at once, regardless of sequence. Perhaps, as they’d suggested I stay over like old times, they’d created an atmosphere where even someone like me, who knew nothing of those manners back then, could feel at ease.

I started with the clear soup, bringing it to my lips.

“…This flavor.”

“You noticed?”

Surprised after a single sip, I looked up to see Otsuko-san smiling gently.

“It’s the same dish I served you long ago.”

“…No wonder it tastes so nostalgic.”

I savored Otsuko-san’s thoughtfulness along with the soup’s delicate flavor.

“It seems my daughter’s been in your care during the Management Game.”

“Not really… I’m just doing my job as a consultant.”

So Otsuko-san knows about the Management Game too.

Narika must’ve told her.

“Izuki’s amazing, you know! He just started his second company, and it’s already on track! More and more people in my class are paying attention to him!”

“I’m flattered, but you’re the one who gave me the opportunity, Narika. Getting Shimax as my first consulting gig? That’s beyond a lucky break.”

“What’re you talking about? That’s because of your own good deeds!”

“If we’re talking about that, then you—”

As I started to retort, I caught a glance.

Otsuko-san was watching our exchange with a fond smile.

“It’s nice to see you two get along so well.”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I took a sip of tea to brush it off.

Narika was doing the same.

“Narika, let me say this now—you mustn’t become too dependent on Tomonari-san.”

“Y-Yes…”

Narika nodded, looking chastened.

I don’t think she’s relying on me that much, though…

“That goes for you too, Tomonari-san.”

“Huh?”

What’s she talking about?

“From what Narika’s told me, you’re surrounded by quite a few women these days, aren’t you?”

“Well… it’s not like it’s just women…”

There’s Taishou, Kita, Ikuno, and—

Wait, now that I think about it, the only guy I regularly talk to is Taishou…?

“…It’s all women, isn’t it?”

Narika’s icy stare pierced through me.

“Tomonari-san’s always been the type to look after others. That’s a good trait, but if you take care of just anyone and everyone…”

“…If I do?”

Otsuko-san’s smile turned almost forced.

“You might end up getting stabbed in the back.”

“Eek!”

I let out a dramatic yelp, but surely Otsuko-san’s overthinking this.

I glanced at Narika, only to find her glaring at me with a damp, heavy stare.

…Hey, Narika?

Why aren’t you backing me up here?

◆

After dinner, I was shown to the bath.

“What a nice bath…”

The Miyakojima household had a spacious open-air bath, and I was enjoying it all to myself. Being in the city, I couldn’t see the stars, but soaking in the bath while gazing at the sky felt oddly surreal.

Between the meal and the bath, it was like staying at a high-end ryokan. As a kid, I probably didn’t appreciate how luxurious this all was.

While I lounged in the bath, the door to the changing room slid open.

Looking over, I saw—

“Musashi-san…”

“…It’s you.”

Musashi-san gave me a brief glance before starting to wash himself.

Then, he settled into the bath a short distance away, soaking just like me.

…What now?

This is straight-up awkward.

Should I try starting a conversation? But I can’t think of a good topic…

“…Aren’t you scared?”

Out of nowhere, Musashi-san spoke.

The question was so sudden it took me a moment to process. Seeing my delay, he asked again.

“Aren’t you scared of me right now?”

From his words, I sensed Musashi-san’s attempt to bridge the gap between us.

Like Narika, Musashi-san has a stern appearance that makes him easy to misunderstand. And probably even more than her, he keeps his emotions under wraps. …But deep down, he’s a kind person.

“No. I’m fine now.”

“…That’s good to hear.”

I thought I caught the faintest hint of a smile from him.

In the Management Game, I’m used to reading the intentions of business owners through their company’s data. Compared to that, Musashi-san’s temperament is almost too easy to understand.

“There’s something I want to tell you.”

In his usual low voice, Musashi-san spoke.

“You know about Narika’s trauma, don’t you?”

“Oh… yes. From last year’s athletics festival, right?”

“Exactly. Last year, Narika went all out at the festival and ended up scaring her classmates. …She was devastated. Even Otsuko and I couldn’t get through to her.”

I see…

I didn’t see Narika back then, so I don’t know the full story. But for Musashi-san to speak so earnestly, she must’ve been in a lot of pain.

“But deep down, I didn’t think it was a big deal. I’d gone through the same thing myself, and as I got older, it resolved itself. …As I told you after the festival, both Narika and I are often misunderstood. But in the end, what matters in society is ability. Once our skills come to light, the misunderstandings naturally clear up. So I thought Narika’s issue wasn’t something to worry about yet.”

I nodded silently.

“But… I was wrong.”

A dark shadow flickered in Musashi-san’s eyes.

It was surely regret.

“On the day of the festival, Otsuko and I watched Narika’s match. …When we realized she was trying to lose on purpose in the final, we were overcome with regret. We hadn’t realized how much she was suffering.”

To Musashi-san and Otsuko-san, Narika’s actions probably looked like she was betraying her own convictions. It felt that way to me, too.

If you trace it back, I’m the one who told Narika about throwing the match. So I was wracked with regret then, too.

That’s not what I wanted her to do.

“I should’ve been there for her more. Right after I blamed myself—your voice reached us.”

During the final, when Narika was about to lose on purpose—

I shouted.

Seeing Narika try to dim her light and become ordinary, I wanted her to stay extraordinary. With all my strength, I threw my selfish wish at her.

—Go all out and crush it—!!

It might’ve been the loudest I’ve ever shouted in my life.

So… my voice reached Musashi-san and Otsuko-san, too.

“Your powerful words… they set our daughter back on the right path.”

With that, Musashi-san stood up.

Then, turning to me… he bowed deeply.

“Thank you. You’re not just Narika’s savior… you’re a benefactor to our entire family.”

That was what Musashi-san wanted to tell me.

Despite being as busy as Kagen-san, if not more, he took the time to speak with me face-to-face and bow like this.

That’s how much he cares about Narika.

He’s a good father. …I’m a little jealous.

“Please, raise your head.”

Musashi-san slowly looked up.

“This might sound rude, but… among everyone I know, Narika’s the one who’s so close to being perfect.”

I thought back to Narika’s usual self.

When she’s quiet, she looks dignified, but the moment she speaks, people get intimidated… or so you’d think, until she shows her timid side to those she’s close to.

Picturing her like that, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“If she could just carry herself with more confidence, she’d outshine everyone. She’s always one step away from greatness. And I love rooting for her. …I can’t wait to see the moment she takes that final step.”

So my goal is simpler than Musashi-san might think—

“I just want everyone else to see how amazing Narika is. …That’s all.”

“…I see.”

It’s almost entirely for my own satisfaction.

When I reunited with Narika at Kiou Academy and learned about her situation… I felt like I was the only one who knew her true charm.

It made me proud… and maybe a tiny bit possessive.

But she’s too incredible for me to keep to myself, so I wanted everyone to know.

(Ah… I get it now.)

Why I want to cheer Narika on.

Talking with Musashi-san helped me fully understand my own feelings.

To me, Narika is—the Ojou-sama I want to see shine more than anyone.

I’m dying to watch her grow.

She’s the Ojou-sama whose future I’m most excited for.

“…Here’s the thing.”

Musashi-san sat back down in the bath, his expression serious.

“I’d like you to stay by Narika’s side as long as you can.”

“As long as I can…?”

“If possible, even after graduation, I’d want you to be there for her.”

That—left me at a loss for words.

It’s not that I couldn’t imagine that future. In fact, the image was vivid. Narika will probably always be someone worth supporting.

But having just decided to pursue a career as a consultant, my vision of the future has grown more complex. It’s a pipe dream, but if I succeed as a consultant, I think I’ll throw myself into supporting all sorts of people, not just one.

“I won’t force you. The Konohana and Tennouji families have their eyes on you, don’t they?”

“Well, not exactly…”

They might be somewhat interested, but… how does he know?

The upper class’s information network is as formidable as ever.

“Just support her as much as you can. Can you promise that?”

“…Yes.”

I nodded firmly. Even without being told, that’s been my intention all along.

At that moment, the sound of the changing room door sliding open echoed.

Not from the men’s side. Which means—

(…Narika?)

Or maybe Otsuko-san.

The Miyakojima family’s open-air bath is split into men’s and women’s sections. It’s a pretty extravagant setup, now that I think about it. Though, in terms of size, the Konohana mansion is about the same.

After a while, I heard the sound of a shower, followed by light footsteps.

“Izuki, you there?”

Narika’s voice came from the other side of the wall.

It seemed the one who entered the women’s bath was Narika.

“Uh, yeah. I’m here.”

“Got it.”

Narika’s voice carried a faint, lively bounce, more than usual.

“Heh… this feels kinda surreal. To think Izuki’s just on the other side of this wall.”

A soft splash echoed as Narika slipped into the hot water.

It was definitely a strange feeling…

(Please, don’t get too vivid with the details.)

Right now, in front of me… was Musashi-san…

“…”

Musashi-san was glaring at me in silence.

He seemed awfully curious about what kind of conversation Narika and I would have.

What do I do…? This is insanely awkward to talk through.

“…Come to think of it, we used to take baths together when we were kids, didn’t we?”

“Huh!?”

Did we!?

Even if we did, I really didn’t need her bringing that up now!

“Yeah, I think it was after we got caught in a huge downpour on our way back from the candy store. We were both soaked, so Mom told us to go take a bath.”

“…”

“I was crying because the rain ruined my candy… and I was such a mess that Izuki ended up washing my hair for me.”

“Y-Yeah… that’s how it went, huh…”

Musashi-san was staring right at me.

Staring hard. Like, really hard.

“For some reason, Mom was all like, ‘Don’t tell your dad, okay?’ Why do you think she said that?”

Probably because I’d end up dead otherwise.

What do I do…? I’m sweating bullets in the middle of a hot bath.

“Obviously, we can’t exactly wash each other like back then.”

“Y-Yeah, no way we could show each other our… you know…”

So let’s just drop this topic already.

That’s what I was hoping, but—

“Naked, huh…? I mean, it’d take some guts, but if it’s with Izuki, I wouldn’t exactly mind…”

Stop it, Narika…!

Musashi-san’s glare is practically burning holes through me…!!

“S-Sorry! I said something weird!”

“D-Don’t worry about it! I totally get it’s just a joke!”

“…It wasn’t exactly a joke, though…”

“It’s a joke, right!? Right!? Right!?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, y-yeah… sure…?”

This is bad!

I was finally getting on good terms with Musashi-san… and now we’re about to slide right back into awkward territory!!

“H-Hey, Izuki? Do you remember?”

Narika’s voice came through, tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

“Back then, we… you know… used to sleep in the same room, right?”

“Yeah…”

I remember that, too.

Whether it’s baths or sleeping, these are all just childhood memories. So I’m barely dodging a fatal blow here, but—

“So… um, t-tonight… how about we… you know, sleep in the same room, like back then?”

Musashi-san’s eyes widened.

…Will I even live to see tomorrow?

Forget sleeping—this might be the end of me getting out of this bath alive.

“N-No, I don’t mean it in a weird way! I just… I just want to spend time with Izuki like we used to…”

“Y-Yeah, I get that, but…”

Whether Musashi-san gets it is another story…

“…Even now, I sometimes imagine it.”

Narika’s voice dropped to a soft murmur.

“The possibility that Izuki might’ve been living at my house instead of with Konohana-san.”

That… yeah, that’s probably a world that could’ve existed.

Everything started when I stumbled across Hinako’s kidnapping. But if I hadn’t been there that day, who knows where I’d be now? I might’ve relied on Yuri, or maybe the Miyakojima family would’ve reached out to me. Considering the misunderstanding with Musashi-san got cleared up, and how warmly the Miyakojima family—minus my mom issues—has welcomed me, it’s not a stretch to think it could’ve happened.

But…

“…I think things are pretty good as they are.”

I spoke to Narika on the other side of the wall.

“If I’d been with you from the start, I might never have talked to Konohana-san and the others at Kiou Academy.”

“Oh…”

“And if that happened, the people around you would probably be totally different from who they are now.”

The Tea Party Alliance probably wouldn’t exist.

The after-school study sessions, everything—it might all be gone.

“…You’re right.”

Narika’s quiet voice came through.

“Thanks to you, Izuki, I’ve met so many people. Konohana-san, Tennouji-san, Taishou-kun, Asahi-san… I’m really glad I got to know them all.”

Narika’s probably growing bit by bit, not just because of me but because of Hinako and the others, too. If she realizes that, there’s no way she’d ever think that other world would’ve been better.

I felt relieved seeing Narika look forward, but then I noticed Musashi-san watching me. He gave a small, relieved smile, as if stroking his chest in reassurance—

“It’s good to cherish everyday life—but I won’t allow sleeping in the same room.”

Musashi-san stood up as she spoke.

“F-Father!? W-W-Wait, since when were you there…!?”

“The whole time.”

Musashi-san headed toward the shower.

On his way, he glanced back just once.

“Tomonari Izuki.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Musashi-san’s sharp gaze pierced right through me.

“…Don’t you dare step out of line.”

“…I’ll keep that in mind, sir.”

I nodded vigorously, and Musashi-san started washing himself.

“Ughhh…! He heard everything…! Ohhh nooo…!”

From the other side of the wall, Narika’s embarrassed voice echoed.

◆

The next morning, I woke up in the guest room, changed into the prepared jinbei, and stepped outside.

“Oh, Izuki-san. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Otsuko-san.”

As I left the room, I ran into Otsuko-san. She was carrying a flower vase. At the Konohana house, that’d be a servant’s job, but between last night’s cooking and this, Otsuko-san might just enjoy doing these things herself.

“Izuki-san, breakfast is already prepared. Would you mind waking Narika up?”

“Me?”

“I think Narika would be happier if you did.”

Would she…? I wasn’t so sure, but I got directions to Narika’s room and headed there.

I called out from outside the sliding door, but there was no answer, so I slowly stepped inside.

“…She’s asleep.”

Narika was sleeping, half her futon kicked off.

Her sleeping posture wasn’t exactly graceful. …Come to think of it, she was like this when we were kids, too.

We used to sleep in the same room back then, and sometimes I’d be the one to wake her up.

“Narika, morning.”

“Nngh…?”

After a few calls, Narika stirred awake.

“Izuki… It’s Izuki…”

“H-Hey, don’t get all groggy on me.”

Narika sat up and shuffled toward me.

She was like a clingy puppy.

Her yukata was slipping, showing a bit too much, so I averted my eyes.

“Otsuko-san’s got breakfast ready, so we’re heading to the living room.”

“Take me there…”

“Fine, but wash your face first.”

“Wash it for me…”

She’s pulling the same stuff as Hinako.

I dragged her by the hand to the bathroom and made her wash her face.

Still sleepy, Narika followed me to the living room.

“Let’s eat…”

Narika clapped her hands together and started nibbling at breakfast.

“Narika’s usually a morning person, but it seems she’s letting her guard down with you around.”

“…Now that you mention it, she used to train at the dojo early in the morning when we were kids.”

Narika’s normally the type to be sharp in the mornings. But it’s Sunday, so maybe it’s fine for her to have a day like this. …Unlike Hinako, who’d laze around forever if given the chance.

“Narika, you awake?”

“Mm… yeah, I’m waking up.”

Her hands had stopped moving, so I called out, and it seemed she was finally coming to.

“Izuki, thanks for waking me up earlier.”

“No problem.”

“You seemed pretty used to it, though… Don’t tell me you’re waking Konohana-san up like that all the time?”

Crap. I slipped up already.

“N-No, it’s just the same thing I did back then. I don’t do that with Konohana-san.”

“Got it… Well, Konohana-san probably wakes up on her own anyway.”

If she’s alone, she’d sleep forever.

Still sleepy, Narika didn’t press further.

“It’s Sunday, so we can’t play the Management Game. What’s the plan?”

“I’d love to say training, but… I’ve been prioritizing studies lately. Since we can’t play the Management Game on Sundays, I was thinking of doing some prep and review for classes today.”

That’s a commendable attitude.

“Alright, then I’ll help you study today.”

“That’d be great! Let’s do it in my room!”

Narika beamed with a delighted smile as she finished her miso soup.

◆

“Mmmgh…”

We’d been studying for half a day already.

Narika’s focus seemed to be slipping as she sat at the desk in the Japanese-style room, furrowing her brow.

Sitting across from her, I checked her notebook while glancing at the textbook.

“Hey, Narika, you got this part wrong.”

“Ugh… which part?”

“This equation. Looks like a simple careless mistake.”

We had to balance the Management Game with regular schoolwork.

Right now, we were both prepping for math.

“Oh, got it!”

“That’s right.”

Apparently, Narika had been diligent about prepping and reviewing since the last exam. At this rate, she might hit the class average on the next one.

“Is this how it usually goes with Konohana-san?”

“Yeah, pretty much this vibe.”

Though with Hinako, I don’t exactly teach her anything.

“You two seem closer than I thought.”

Narika said it with a slightly curious tone.

“I figured you’d be more like a butler, slaving away.”

“They’ve got actual butlers for that. I’m more like… a neighbor who sticks around to keep Konohana-san from feeling lonely, I guess.”

“Is Konohana-san lonely?”

“Uh, well, I mean…”

I might’ve said too much.

Still, Hinako’s image as the perfect Ojou-sama is so strong, I figured Narika would just brush it off with a “No way, right?” But…

“…Come to think of it, Konohana-san lost her mom when she was little, didn’t she?”

Narika muttered, as if she’d hit on something about Hinako’s loneliness.

I know that much, but I don’t know anything beyond it. Kagen-san brought it up once, but never again, and it’s always felt too heavy to ask about.

“Maybe Konohana-san’s carrying something, too.”

Narika didn’t seem to know more either, her expression complicated.

“What about you, Narika? You said you wanted to carry yourself with confidence in public. Any progress?”

“Ugh… not at all.”

I kinda expected that answer.

“You’d think you’d be able to act more confidently by now, though…”

I recalled what Tennouji-san’s father once said. Nobody’s born immune to nerves, but building achievements can gradually make you more poised. Confidence backed by past actions is unshakable.

By that logic, Narika should already have plenty of confidence. After all, in certain areas, she even surpasses Hinako.

“Narika, do you have any kendo ranks?”

“Yeah. Third dan in kendo, second dan in judo.”

She’s got some serious credentials.

I wasn’t familiar with ranks, so I looked it up on my laptop. Turns out, both were incredible achievements. Third dan in kendo is the highest rank a high schooler can get, and second dan in judo is on par with winning at the Inter-High level.

“…How are you that accomplished and still not confident?”

“W-Well, ranks don’t always equal skill. There’s a limit to what high schoolers can achieve, and compared to adult athletes, I’m still inexperienced.”

Adult athletes? Is she comparing herself to pros?

Her perspective’s way too broad. …Then again, she’s the daughter of the country’s biggest sporting goods chain. She probably sees professional athletes all the time and has a refined eye for it.

“…Alright, let’s just try building some confidence.”

“Huh?”

“I’m gonna shower you with compliments. Tell me when you start feeling confident.”

Narika blinked, wide-eyed.

If she can’t praise herself, someone else has to do it. That’s my logic.

So I started rattling off all the amazing things I’ve noticed about Narika.

“You’re a sports prodigy.”

“O-Oh…”

“When you’re quiet, you’ve got this cool, dignified vibe.”

“Oh…!”

“And you’re humble, never acting high and mighty.”

“Ooh…!”

“You’re responsible. Ambitious. Gritty. You’d never hurt anyone. You’re considerate of others’ feelings. Deep down, you’re super serious. Loyal. Surprisingly good at teaching. And your handwriting’s gorgeous—”

I listed every strength I could think of, one after another.

How’s that? Gotta have some confidence now, right…?

“Ehehe… ehehehehehehe…!”

Narika was sporting the sloppiest grin I’d ever seen.

Far from poised, she looked like she was about to melt into a puddle.

Is this… going well?

“So? Feeling confident yet?”

“Hah! I feel like I can do anything right now!”

“Alright, then let’s call Konohana-san right away.”

“Huh!?”

I fiddle with my smartphone and point it toward Narika.

“Tell her for me that I’ll be back around eight tonight.”

“W-W-Wait, got it…!!”

To deliberately ramp up the tension, I keep a straight face while watching Narika.

Narika takes a quiet deep breath and opens her mouth.

“K-Konohana-san… G-Good evening…”

Nope, this isn’t gonna work.

What’s with that gravelly, menacing voice? This isn’t some yakuza flick.

“Still too tough, huh…”

“Ugh… W-Wait? Izuki, I can’t hear Konohana-san’s reply?”

“That’s because the call was fake.”

To check on Narika’s growth, I only pretended to make the call.

Narika’s shoulders slump in disappointment.

“…Sorry for being such a hassle. You’re always pulling me along, Izuki, but I’ve been nothing but a failure since forever.”

Hearing her apology, I tilt my head slightly.

“Narika, don’t you think you’re failing more than others because you feel that way?”

“Huh…? W-Well, yeah, I do think that…”

“The reason you’ve got so many failures under your belt is because you face your weaknesses head-on. Most people don’t even try to overcome their flaws, so they don’t fail as much. …Your failures are proof you’re trying hard.”

Failure comes with the territory when you take on challenges.

Narika challenges herself more than most, so naturally, she’s got more failures too.

“I’ve said it before, but I get it, you know? Watching you pushes me to keep going. …So don’t say you’re a hassle. I’m the one being pulled along by you, Narika.”

When we were kids, I was always the one dragging Narika by the hand.

But since coming to this academy, Narika’s presence has spurred me on time and again.

Somewhere along the way—I started being the one led by her more often.

“Izuki…” Narika’s voice trembles, tears welling in her eyes as she scoots closer.

“Stay here forever…!”

“H-Hey now…”

“Don’t go back to Konohana-san’s place… I’m begging you…!”

Come on, that’s absurd…

Still, it’s honestly touching that she feels so strongly about me.

At that moment, the sliding door opens quietly.

The person who appears is—

“Otsuko-san?”

“Pardon the interruption during your study session. …Narika, shouldn’t you start getting ready?”

“Oh, right!”

Narika springs to her feet. …Ready for what?

“Now, Izuki-san, I’ll guide you to another room.”

“Uh, sure.”

I don’t quite get it, but I follow Otsuko-san’s lead.

Meanwhile, Narika hurries off somewhere else.

◆

“Please wait there for a while,” Otsuko-san says before leaving the room.

The room I’m led to is… well…

(…A tea room, right?)

It’s a compact four-and-a-half-tatami-mat Japanese-style room. There’s a hearth in the center, and a small window set low on the wall.

The walls are likely made of clay, and the pillars are raw logs. Everything’s crafted from natural materials, yet it doesn’t feel plain. …This is the first time I’ve felt such refined wabi-sabi. There’s no lavish decor nearby, but being in this space feels like standing inside a masterpiece, tense with quiet grandeur.

“Izuki, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Narika enters the tea room through the small doorway.

“Narika, that outfit…”

“It’s formal attire. For tea ceremony.”

Narika is dressed in a golden-brown kimono, reminiscent of ginkgo leaves.

It’s a solid color, but up close, you can see a subtle glossy pattern woven into the fabric, blending elegance and vibrancy in perfect harmony. Her usually long, flowing hair is neatly tied up to avoid draping over the kimono, giving her a more mature air than usual.

“I picked this color to match the season. Does it suit me?”

“…Yeah. It really, really suits you.”

I was so captivated that my reply came a beat late.

Narika moves gracefully across the tatami mats in her white tabi socks, her steps soft and silent. As she passes in front of me, her beauty is so striking I can’t help but follow her with my eyes.

“The whole reason I invited you to our house was to thank you for everything. You helped me out big time with the management game too. I talked it over with Mother and decided this would be the perfect way to show my gratitude.”

“I see.”

So this is Narika’s way of saying thanks.

It’s quite the delightful surprise.

“Have you been doing tea ceremony for a long time, Narika?”

“Yeah. The Miyakojima family isn’t just about martial arts—we’re deeply versed in flower arrangement, traditional dance, and tea ceremony too. We even run classes for them. I’ve been practicing since I was little.”

Flower arrangement and dance too, huh?

Narika might be even more accomplished than I realized.

“So… this way, I can show off with confidence.”

Narika places matcha, scooped with a bamboo tea scoop, into a tea bowl warmed with hot water. She gently breaks up the matcha to avoid clumps, then slowly pours in hot water. With a slight sway of her kimono sleeves, she picks up the bamboo whisk and swiftly blends the contents of the bowl.

Every movement is polished and precise. Slow but unwavering, it’s calming just to watch. This scene must be what people mean by refinement.

Sitting formally, I watch Narika prepare the tea.

When she’s quiet like this…

(…Narika’s really beautiful.)

Her calm expression is rare at the academy—different from her usual flustered look or the fierce determination she shows during sports.

I feel like I’m seeing a new side of Narika right now.

Once the tea is ready, Narika carefully offers me the bowl, rotating it slightly so the decorative pattern faces me.

After Narika bows politely, I take the tea and…

“I humbly receive your tea.”

I return a polite bow, and Narika’s eyes widen.

“Wow, you even know tea ceremony etiquette?”

“Well, I’ve had some knowledge drilled into me.”

I rotate the bowl so the pattern faces Narika as I speak.

I’m still in my casual jinbei, and since dinner’s soon, there’s no tea sweet served, so it’s not exactly by the book. But Narika’s manners after preparing the tea were flawless, so I couldn’t help but match her.

“…The Konohana family’s education really covers everything. No wonder Konohana-san’s so exceptional.”

Come to think of it, the Konohana family’s educational know-how is on another level. Not long ago, I was just a struggling student, but now I’m thriving in real-world situations.

They could probably publish a book and make bank. Something like Konohana Family’s Complete Guide to Manners.

I tilt the bowl and sip the tea Narika prepared.

“…It’s delicious.”

“Glad to hear it.”

There’s a deep bitterness with a faint sweetness—proof she brewed it skillfully.

“I never imagined I’d get such a special treat from you, Narika.”

“Heh, even I’ve got things I’m good at, you know.”

“Oh, I know.”

I thought I knew everything about her, but finding out there’s more to discover is what’s surprising me.

“I had no idea you had a talent like this. …Honestly, I was mesmerized.”

“M-Mesmerized!? T-That much…!?”

“Yeah. If Konohana-san and the others saw this, they’d be floored too.”

Even Tennouji-san, who’s harsh with critiques, would give her a perfect score.

“If you could act like this in front of others, you’d be unstoppable…”

“Ugh, I think about that all the time…!”

She’s clearly very aware of it.

“That said, you don’t have to treat everyone the same way you do me.”

“I-I know that. I mean, I’ve got faces I want to show everyone, and faces I only want to show you, Izuki. …You’re special to me, after all.”

The last part was a quiet mumble, probably meant to herself, but… I heard it.

Special. Every time Narika says that word, I can’t help but think back to the sports festival.

…I want to ask.

What does she mean by special…?

(…No, no. I decided not to think about that right now.)

I made that choice when we were playing with the soccer ball.

Until the chaos of the management game settles… and until Narika’s relationships stabilize, I won’t dwell on it.

I want Narika to do her best.

And because I want her to succeed, I don’t want to stir up any unnecessary confusion.

“…Well, thinking that I’m the only one who gets to see this side of you? That’s kind of something to be proud of.”

Maybe because I was lost in thought, a bit of my true feelings slipped out.

Narika looks at me, clearly surprised.

“D-Does that mean… you feel, like, possessive over me, Izuki?”

She asks with an expression that screams disbelief.

Meeting her earnest gaze, I…

“…Who knows?”

“H-Hey! Why’re you dodging the question…!!”

I don’t answer.

Even I’ve got things I’m too embarrassed to say out loud.

◆

Time flies as we study and chat.

Sitting on the veranda, watching the sunset, I check the time on my smartphone.

(Guess it’s about time to head back…)

My gaze drops, and I see Narika’s peaceful sleeping face.

Exhausted from talking, she’s using my lap as a pillow. I don’t mind, but… my legs are starting to go numb.

“Narika, my legs are getting numb…”

“…Munya.”

I poke her cheek, but she doesn’t budge.

Oh well. I’ll tough it out as long as I can.

“She looks so comfortable.”

A voice suddenly comes from behind.

“…Otsuko-san.”

Otsuko-san quietly sits beside me, careful not to wake Narika.

“How’s life at the academy going?”

“It’s going well. Tough, but…”

“You’ll be fine.”

She looks straight at me as I give a wry smile.

“Even though it’s distant, you carry the Miyakojima family’s blood. Narika was surprised by your achievements, but I knew from the start you’d turn out like this.”

“Is that so…?”

Otsuko-san nods slightly.

“Your grandmother… Miyakojima Yuuri, was said to be incredibly wise. She was especially brilliant in business—so much so that she could’ve become a rare female CEO back then.”

That’s news to me.

My grandmother was that impressive?

“But she was very free-spirited and often ran away from home. One day, she had a child with the heir of a rival company, and that led to her being disowned.”

“That happened…?”

Times and values were different back then, but to the Miyakojima family at the time, my grandmother’s actions were unforgivable.

“Records say Miyakojima Yuuri brought bold ideas to business discussions. That boldness seems to run in your mother too.”

I give an awkward smile.

When I was little and stayed here, my mother apparently barged in, declaring, “My grandmother was the one disowned, not me!” Instead of working properly here, she left me behind and went off to the races… She’s bold in every sense.

…Good to know.

My grandmother wasn’t disowned for something criminal.

With my mother being the way she is, I half-suspected my grandmother was kicked out for something wild. A disownment over eloping? That’s just within my acceptable range.

“Here, take this.”

Otsuko-san hands me a large scroll-like object.

“What’s this…?”

“The Miyakojima Five Principles.”

“The Miyakojima Five Principles.”

I repeat it without thinking.

What’s that?

“It’s a hanging scroll with our family principles. We have plenty of spares, so I’ll give you one. …Since the Miyakojima blood in you has awakened, you’re qualified to have it.”

I unroll the scroll right away.

Elegant paper bears beautifully written text.

The Miyakojima Five Principles

1. Maintain a company culture rooted in justice.
2. Never fear a meeting.
3. You may cut down corporate racketeers.
4. Never forget courtesy to shareholders and customers.
5. Protect the small and weak.

“…That’s, uh, pretty profound.”

“The Miyakojima family traces back to samurai roots, so even after founding the company, we ran it with a bushido spirit. These principles share much with that philosophy.”

I see…

Looking closely, the second precept is one Narika mentioned before. So she grew up with these too.

“…Thank you. I’ll take it.”

“Good.”

Otsuko-san locks eyes with me as I bow.

“Miyakojima Yuuri… the greatest business genius of our family. It was inevitable that her grandson would awaken to his own business talents.”

After saying that with a solemn expression, Otsuko-san relaxes her shoulders.

“Please keep looking after my daughter.”

“…I will.”

◆

After enjoying dinner at the Miyakojima house, I return to the Konohana estate.

It’s eight in the evening. I’ve got time to review some schoolwork, and thanks to Narika, these past two days were a perfect break.

“…Hm?”

As the car stops at the gate, I spot two figures.

Hinako and Shizune are here to greet me.

I step out of the car and head toward them.

“I’m back.”

“Welcome home.”

Shizune gives a slight nod, and beside her, Hinako looks my way.

For some reason I couldn’t quite grasp, Hinako was wearing a dress. It wasn’t anything flashy, the kind you could wear casually, but still, she was more dressed up than usual. Normally, when she’s at the mansion, she prefers clothes that scream comfort and relaxation…

“Izuki… welcome back.”

“I’m home, Hinako. …What’s with that outfit?”

“Nothing… just the usual.”

No way that’s true, though…

Why is she all dolled up on a night like this? It piqued my curiosity, but since she didn’t seem keen on answering, I decided not to press her for now.

“Mind if I swing by my room? I need to drop off my stuff.”

“…I’ll come with.”

Hinako gave a small nod.

“By ‘stuff,’ do you mean that scroll-looking thing poking out of your bag?”

“Yup. It’s the Miyakojima Five Principles.”

“The Miyakojima Five Principles.”

Shizune repeated the words with a skeptical look, as if to say, What the heck is that?

I totally get where she’s coming from.

For now, we headed toward my room, but since Hinako tagged along, Shizune ended up following too.

The three of us moved in a little huddle… and I glanced at Hinako.

“Hey, aren’t you, like, closer than usual?”

“…No, I’m not.”

Hinako said this while sidling up so close our skin was practically brushing.

As we climbed the stairs, our paces didn’t quite sync, and a single step’s distance opened between us. But then, in a flash, Hinako quickened her steps, closing the gap until our skin was grazing again.

…What’s going on here?

“Please cut her some slack. Ojou-sama was worried you might not come back at all, Izuki-san. The reason she’s dressed up more than usual is to catch your attention.”

“Sh-Shizune!? Why’d you have to spill everything…!?”

“My tongue slipped.”

Yeah, that was definitely on purpose.

“Uh… that outfit looks good on you, by the way.”

“…Mm.”

Hinako shyly dropped her gaze.

We reached my room, and I started unpacking the stuff in my bag. The clothes I’d brought for the overnight stay had already been washed, so I just tucked them into the dresser. My laptop and textbooks went on the desk.

Once I finished sorting everything, Hinako approached me.

“…Lap.”

“Huh?”

“Your lap… lend them to me.”

Hinako sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her, so I plopped down beside her.

Then, she rested her head on my lap.

Letting out a soft sigh, Hinako looked so at ease that I realized—she was relieved.

She really had been worried I might not come back. It was just one day, and I didn’t think I’d left her with any reason to feel so anxious…

“Even if you trust someone, you can still feel uneasy. Especially when your feelings run deep…”

As if reading my thoughts, Shizune spoke up.

Her words hit home, and I gently stroked Hinako’s hair.

“…I’ll always come back.”

I made sure to say it clearly, to let her know.

When I talked with Musashi, I’d thought how envious I was of someone with parents like hers.

But deep down, I already knew. I had people waiting for me to come back…

So I didn’t feel inferior or anything. Sure, I was impressed by Narika’s parents and her home, but I’d already decided where I belong.

“No matter where I go, I’ll always come back. This is my home, after all.”

I’m content with this being the place I return to.

Still resting her head on my lap, Hinako let out a soft “…Mm.”

“…Good, then.”

And with that, in less than a minute, Hinako drifted off to sleep.

It’s a different feeling from what I felt with Narika. This… this is my everyday life, I thought.

“Izuki-san, would you like me to carry Ojou-sama to her room?”

“…No, it’s fine. Let’s stay like this a bit longer.”

I’d planned to review some class material afterward, but… maybe it’s okay to slack off just a little. The Management Game will wrap up in the next week, and so far, none of us in the Tea Party Alliance, including me, are struggling with anything.

That’s what I was thinking at the time—

I never could’ve imagined what would happen to Hinako the next day.