Chapter 32 - And so Starts the Young Lady’s Great Battle (3) (1/2)

Chapter 32 – And so Starts the Young Lady’s Great Battle (3)

“…it’s delicious.”

“…that’s good.”

Aoi was no longer on the verge of crying and was slowly pecking away at a tonkatsu set meal.

I sat next to her and was facing Mikuma who continued to eat her omurice silently and Saeki who was stuffing her face with curry rice.

“Onii-chan, your ramen is getting soggy.”

“… you want some?”

“I don’t need it.”

Shouhei, who already finished eating his cheeseburger combo, was rocking the baby stroller next to me.

We changed our location and we were currently at the food court in the Central building.

If you’re looking for a place to sit down and calm down, this was a result of settling.

When I took a peek at the baby stroller, Jaja and Nana were peacefully sleeping.

Shouhei might still concerned about what happened earlier, he decided not to leave the twins.

After they were fed one by one and put to sleep, Shouhei took the baby stroller’s handle from me and continued watching the twins with a serious face.

It was already evening.

It was the first place they come to, I guess they’re tired.

Jaja and Nana were happily snoring.

Everything was new for the two of them.

“… Kazamachi-kun”

“Y-yes.”

Mikuma let out a mysterious oppressive feeling, and my body straightened itself out.

“Can you explain, please?”

Why does it look like you’re about to cry!

“No, well, I don’t know what to say, there are lots of things that are difficult to explain…”

Such as Aoi and them being dragons, or the eggs were hatched with my blood, in order to hide them, there were many things I couldn’t talk about.

“Just last month, my childhood friend that I tearfully sent away… is living with children that he made with someone that looks like a middle school student, I don’t understand.”

Mikuma placed her spoon on the tray and took off her thick glasses.

She covered her eyes with one hand and wiped.

“Well, even I haven’t completely figured out why this happened, though.”

How should I gloss this over to improve the situation?

“You fought, even though you think you didn’t do anything wrong, but that behavior is enough so that you can’t show your face in public.”

Saeki who was preaching, looked happy.

I felt a little irritated.

“I had no intentions of doing anything wrong.”

“Then, can you explain the reason to me?”

Her honest eyes were lit up and Mikuma intently stared at my eyes.

Although we didn’t speak after entering middle school, we spoke a lot during elementary school.

She’s a book lover that didn’t go outside to play much. She is smart and has a much stronger sense of justice than anyone else.

We were both library committee members, surprisingly I also like books.

Looking at this person who seemed to enjoy talking about books with me, I still had a good feeling.

If I’m not mistaken, I remember that I helped her a bit at the end of sixth grade.

Everyone turned a blind eye to the bullying in Mikuma’s class, the shy her faced it head on. Mikuma who was supposed to have helped was bullied.

The bully from the wild boar tribe was a prime example of a brat, it’s not like the whole class participated, but everyone was too afraid to do anything.

Mikuma couldn’t have overlooked it.

Why do you do such things, how could you do such things, what did you do to the bullied?

Mikuma merely questioned what she couldn’t understand.

That got on the brat’s nerves.

Starting from being ignored by the class, to hiding her textbooks and wetting her gym clothes.

At that time, Saeki was in a different class and Mikuma who had a fear of strangers, had no allies.

Speaking of myself, it was in the process of when my bad expression began to stand out and I was beginning to be avoided.

I had no way of knowing about the bullying going on in another class.

Towards the end of summer vacation, when Shouhei and I were returning home from shopping.

Mikuma was crying in a park a near the apartment where we lived at the time.

She tried to stifle her voice with a tunnel playground equipment and was desperately wiping her overflowing tears, seemingly enduring it.

When I came across her by chance, she told me the reason why she was crying.

About how she denounced the bully, about how she got bullied, about how no one helped her, about how even if she told the homeroom teacher she was brushed off lightly.

That’s why she was crying, because she was scared of the start of a new semester.

She did not want to worry her parents who were both very busy with work, so she took it all on herself and I guess over thought and exploded.