Disclaimer: I do not own Azumanga Daiyoh.
Author's Notes: I have never attempted such a venture before. In my opinion, minor characters present the most fertile possibilities for fanfiction because they are least encumbered by the canon.
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The air is crisp and cool, the bold, immaculate sky stretches ever onward, and the crowds rustle in anticipation. The sports festival must be the best day of the year. Actually, I think it would be second best, next to the first day of Miss Kurosawa's pool lessons.
Sports Festival is a lesson itself under the guise of entertainment. An important comment is made with the merging of a day of festive, physical games at the site of a solemn site of mental cultivation. It reflects a declaration is the Hellenistic writings… What was it…? "Mens sana in corpore--- sano". The human form is indeed a work of beauty.
Such beauty is transfigured in form of nubile females! Taught thighs… pert breasts…. Supple buttocks..
"Now a few words from the director," a voice from the speakers blares. I trudge to the lectern and looked at the audience.
"Well, I uh…"
I pause before the impatience of audience, my thoughts dispersed by the sudden distraction. What should I say this time? All these competitions consist of is sound and fury, especially from Miss Yukari, who seems to find some reason for an outburst on a daily basis. A meaningless speech for an entertaining excursion. I inhale, thinking of a way to commence the games rapidly.
"First Place!"
Brief, passionate, and pertinent; a perfect speech! My heart pounds as the alluring girls run and jump and sweat. Eventually, the scores are tabulated. I go over to the victorious team and offer them congratulations.
"Woo Hoo!"
They departed promptly. They must have had something of importance to do. Turning away from the girls, I head to the folk dance, eager to touch dozens of elegant female hands…