My youth romance is always confusing

After the regular exams, this summer's rainy season officially came to an end.

Because the Sobu High School where I attend is located on the seaside, the wind that blows is often accompanied by the scent of sea water.

In short, it's wet.

This year's rainy season has increased the humidity to a new level, just like Gyarados using the 'Pray for Rain' spell.

But even so, I was still very excited to return to school.

Because summer vacation is coming soon, even I am looking forward to the summer vacation and start to plan what to do in these nearly two months.

Of course, before that I have to defeat the final boss called 'Final Exam'.

But compared to Yuigahama who was a poor student, this exam was not that difficult for me.

Of all the subjects, only mathematics gives me a headache.

But for me, who had already decided to go to a private liberal arts school, the math score was meaningless.

Because there is no entrance examination.

What's giving me more headaches now than all these is the annoying guy yelling in my ear.

"Yohoho! It's the clear and brisk weather like this that can show off our heroic spirit!"

A fat man who insisted on wearing a windbreaker in the hot summer was facing the sea breeze and doing some strange pose that he had seen on some TV show.

If this wasn't the best dining spot I picked and not many people passing by, Zaimokuza would probably be so ashamed that he wouldn't dare show his face in front of his classmates for a whole week.

Please feel happy at Kigaya-sama's kindness, Zaimokuza.

Thinking this, I watched Zaimokuza swinging the wooden sword in his hand.

Although the posture was clumsy, it was still vigorous and looked a bit like a beginner.

Although it is mostly just the clumsy appearance of a beginner trying to use high-level moves.

"By the way, Zaimokuza, your physical education class should be Kendo, right?"

As we all know, students of Sobu High School must choose one of the two courses, "Kendo" and "Judo", when they reach the second year of high school.

Compared to kendo, where the clothes and equipment are very expensive, I undoubtedly chose judo, which has almost no economic cost.

Of course, when I go home and report to my parents, I will still tell them that I have signed up for 'Kendo', and then use the money they give me to buy what I want.

After all, the school offers these two courses to improve students' physical fitness and to be entertaining.

Otherwise, it would be better to just let all students run laps together within the specified time.

So from this point of view, I, who honestly attend judo classes and spend my parents' money to buy things that make me happy physically and mentally, just fits in with the original intention of the school to offer courses.

Only in this way can I be called a truly good student.

Isn't it? No way.

"Ah? Of course! As a swordsman general, isn't it natural for him to choose the way of the sword?"

After hearing what I said, Zaimokuza responded a little late, as if he had just come to his senses.

It looked like he was just immersed in his own world and failed to hear the calls of people around him.

It's like being hypnotized by something called 'self-suggestion'.

The fat swordsman handsomely put away the wooden sword and put it across his waist, but it looked a little funny because of his body shape.

If I were to ask why I was here chatting with this guy during my precious lunch break.

That's it, a topic that will definitely come up once Zaimokuza appears.

"Yawata, what do you think of the topic of my novel?"

Unlike how he treats others, Zaimokuza is always so frank when facing a student named Hikigaya Hachiman.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh.

After the lesson from the game club last time, this guy still hasn't given up the idea of ​​becoming a light novel writer.

Should we say that this person is stubborn or that he is persistent?

But no matter what, there is no doubt that this guy is annoying.

"I don't have any opinion. It's too lame. Let's change direction quickly."

"what!"

Looking past the wooden platform that seemed to have been struck by lightning, I looked towards the bustling playground.

However, my attention was not on the men and women who were shouting "Huhaha" at each other in the playground, but on a group of judo club members wearing judo uniforms who looked like eggplants hit by frost and walked past Zaimokuza and me.

"Hey, Hachiman, they should be..."

"Ah, it's the poor guy who was used as a tool by the teacher in our physical education class."

I pushed away the big face that Zaimokuza placed on my shoulder, but my eyes couldn't stop looking at the one who impressed me the most among the judo club members.

The man was broad and looked like a potato.

This person was the member of the judo club who was in charge of sparring with me.

It's just that because I'm a beginner, my teacher has been ordering me to practice "receiving" these days.

'Received energy' sounds high-sounding, but in reality it is nothing more than a study of how to suffer less damage when being hit.

During these days I was so immersed in the pain of being thrown to the ground that I had no time to ask the name of this member.

But this is just an excuse. Normally, even if I wasn't beaten, I wouldn't take the initiative to ask for others' names.

To explain why, it involves the story of my excellent memory in junior high school.

From the first day I entered school, I wrote down the names of all my classmates.

But when I confidently told the rest of the world, I was left with the sad memory of "Wow, this is disgusting."

So from that day on, I stopped using my extraordinary memory and chose to deliberately forget them.

And isn't it cool to do so?

'It's not them who isolated me, it's me who isolated them' and so on.

"These sports clubs are really suffering. Not only do they have to train on weekdays, but even their elective classes are controlled by teachers."

Perhaps it was the shared fate of being ordered around that resonated with Zaimokuza, for he almost burst into tears as he watched the potato club member's retreating back.

Hey, control yourself. If someone sees you, they’ll think I made you cry.

That would be as bad as buying MAX coffee only to find out it's out of stock, and instead getting a can of black, bitter coffee.

"Ding~dang~"

Fortunately, the sounds of classes coming from the teaching building pulled Zaimokuza out of his endless self-sadness.

"I'm going back."

In order to avoid being seen going back with Zaimokuza, I chose to abandon him without any loyalty and returned to the classroom alone.