Translator: Moongirl
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The second dayâs combined training was far from peaceful, as expected.
The members looked proud as Kinoshita gave out drinks in the break. Cute and lovely, she stood out sharply among the fierce-looking karate members.
The M Uni members looked jealous while our members were triumphant. Even though it was supposed to be practice, they were pointlessly riled up.
The members gulped down their drinks loudly, as if in a competition.
ãInstant victory!ã
ãEven if Kinoshita made a drink with cheap sports drink powder, itâd turn into the finest champagne in her hands!ã
The drinks immediately ran out, and Kinoshita made more.
Being considerate, she made some for the M Uni students as well, and our members fell to the ground in grief. The M Uni members humbly sat straight, holding out their paper cups to Kinoshita.
They got that riled up over sports drinks.
ãAh, just what is this useless rivalryâ¦ã
ãM Uni and K Uni are at the same level academically, so isnât it normal for them to feel a little rivalry?ã
M Uniâs karate club didnât have a manager, but they had three female members. It seemed theyâd only joined to learn self-defense, so they were amateurs when it came to actual karate. I taught them some forms, and we were practicing together.
ãThis happened before I joined the club so I donât know if itâs true, but I think they were talking about their type of girl, and one of them said, âThereâs no way you could get a girl like that,â and the other went, âLook whoâs talking!â and it just got worse.ã
ãThatâs so stupidâ¦ã One of the girls â a first-year whoâd just joined the club â showing her disapproval. I had the same reaction when I heard it for the first time.
At first I thought there had to be some other reason, but then I heard them talking:
ãWhen you are old, you will still be girlfriend-less even in your deathbed!!ã
ãHah, donât make me laugh! Youâre the one whoâll reach your 60th birthday, girlfriend-less, saying, âIâll get a girl by the time Iâm 70!â Then in your last moments youâll go, âIâll get one in my next lifeâ¦â and flop down dead.ã
It was honestly so stupid, it might actually have been the only reason behind their rivalry.
ãWell whatever, I think theyâre just messing around most of the time. But itâs just your captain and Arioka who are actually on bad terms.ã
When they first met, Arioka was friendly to Katagiri, but Katagiri just gave him the bare minimum in return. He didnât even give him the basic level of communication he gave the other members.
ãTheyâre evenly matched in karate, arenât they? Speaking of which, where is Arioka-san?ã
ãAriokaâs graduated, now heâs an actual working adult. Heâll visit on the day of our practice match.ã
ãOur captainâs now one of the university representatives.ã
Ariokaâs rival, M Uniâs captain Katagiri, actually had no problems when Arioka wasnât around. Heâd also scold the members who got too heated up.
Although Katagiri was silent, he was a calm and straightforward person with common sense. I wondered if Arioka had actually done something, and asked him about it once.
ãI just wanted things to go well with him, but it just backfired,ã heâd said, vaguely and suspiciously. I decided he definitely had done something. But Ariokaâs face turned unusually disturbed as he frowned, so I stopped probing further.
The next day, we hurriedly practiced and then quickly went to the beach after having lunch.
ãSagiri, itâs too shallow here and actually more dangerous, so how about we go a little further?ã
ãS-sure.ã
As promised, Michel was teaching me how to swim.
The other members were cutting up watermelon on the shore. It was our clubâs thing to just break watermelon apart with a single hand strike instead of using a rod.
Kinoshita said she wasnât very good at swimming either so we invited her to learn along with me, but she refused since she was wearing contacts.
She had very fair skin, so it seemed she couldnât tan very well.
The members put up a parasol for her since sheâd get sunburned. I waved to them and to the members who were bringing drinks and ice for her, and went to the sea.
Michel held my hands, helping me practice floating.
Unfortunately, I failed.
I sank down, except for my hands. I looked rather like a windsock without any wind.
When I came back up, Michel tilted his head, ãHmmm⦠Itâs more difficult to sink than to float in seawater, so maybe youâre unconsciously nervous and straining yourself. ã
Michel told me to breathe in as much as I could and then hold my knees, and I did. Apparently this was a âdaruma floatâ.
I dived underwater with a splash, slowly pulling my knees towards myself and holding them.
The end result was my perfect athletic stability at the bottom of the ocean.
I didnât float. Even though my posture was perfect, I kept sinking.
Michel peered underwater, putting his hands on my sides and pulling me up. ãâ¦..Arenât you getting a little too riled up? Are you scared of the water, or have you had any bad experiences with water?ã
ãNow that you mention it, I do.ã
Though it wasnât bad enough to leave me with a phobia of water, I did almost drown in a pool when I was an elementary schooler.
I call it a pool, but it was actually one of the central attractions at a water park â a water slide. With its enclosed tube, it was incredibly thrilling since you couldnât see the outside at all.
I loved roller coasters and was enjoying myself a lot, but for some reason â maybe my posture was bad â my body floated up halfway through the tube, and I turned round.
I ended up with my face to the ground.
When youâre face-down in a gigantic slide, getting back up is practically impossible. Water poured down on my face like a waterfall, and I couldnât breathe.
Face down, I exited the slide struggling to breathe, shocking my dad who was at the entrance.
ãThatâs the only thing close to a near-drowning experience Iâve had, though.ã It wasnât bad enough to be traumatic. I couldnât recall any other experiences, so I guessed I was just incompatible with water.
ãIâm glad you havenât had any worse incidents or a phobia.ã Michel pushed aside his wet bangs from his forehead, smiling sweetly. The weather was good that day, the sun shining brightly. And Michel shone even brighter, undefeated by the sun.
ãSagiri, you should tie that string better.ã
ãHuh? Ah, the string, yeah.ã The simple butterfly knot on my swimsuit had gotten unfastened, and Michel frowned.
The swimsuit Chii-chan had chosen for me was a dotted bikini with a string that was tied behind my neck. I thought it was kind of embarrassing, but both Chii-chan and the assistant said it suited me, so I bought it. I liked it too, since it was dark blue and felt like camouflage in the sea.
Even if the string behind my neck got untied, the bikini was held together by a holder on my back so it wasnât a problem. I halfheartedly tied the string back up. The butterfly ended up vertical, its left and right parts unbalanced, but I didnât mind.
ãThatâs no good. Iâll fix it.ã Before I could make any response, Michel had turned me around, pulling the strings at my neck. ãIâll make it a square knot.ã
ãNot a what?ã I couldnât hear him properly thanks to the sound of the waves.
ãA square knot. Itâs a knot used in survival situations and outdoors.ã
ãThanks for tying such a useful knot for meâ¦ã I was getting worried that the string would come undone again.
I reached out to my neck, testing the square knot. It was tied firmly, and Michel had tied another firm butterfly knot after it.
It was the first time Iâd heard of a square knot, but I could tell it was a firm, strong knot used in survival situations.
ãMichel?ã
Even though heâd finished tying the knot, his hands stayed by my neck. When I turned around to see, giggling since it felt ticklish, I met Michelâs surprisingly serious eyes.
ãâ¦â¦â¦..?ã
ãSagiri. Um, Iâ¦ã
ãNoda!ã someone called out, interrupting Michelâs voice. At the sound of an unfamiliar voice calling my name, I instinctively turned to see who it was.
ãSo this is where youâve been. I was searching for you.ã Behind Michel stood M Uniâs captain, Katagiri, looking slightly displeased as he watched us. Expressionless, taciturn Katagiri only talked when it was absolutely necessary.
The fact that heâd been searching for me had to mean there was something important to do. I and clueless Michel exchanged glances.
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