Chapter 1:
Chabashira Sae's Soliloquy
SINCE I'VE BECOME a teacher, I— …Well, actually, no, since before I became a
teacher, I've carried this distressing anguish that I cannot share with anyone. A
recurring nightmare. The events of a day that I can never, ever forget are
repeated in my dreams. The nightmare unfolds in a different way every time.
Sometimes I see it from my own point of view, and sometimes it's from
someone else's. At times, the words said and the course of events differ. But
there's one thing that each iteration has in common, one thing which always
stays the same.
No matter how many times I have this nightmare, the conclusion is always the
same.
At that time, there was nothing that those of us in Class B feared. Our
momentum overwhelmed the other classes, and we'd gotten so close to Class A
that they were within our reach, if we just gave a little push. Of course, it wasn't
like getting there had been smooth sailing the whole way. By the time we
became third-year students, six of our classmates were gone.
Nevertheless, no one had been expelled that year by that point in our third
year, and we were steadily accumulating Class Points. I believed that we could
graduate from Class A without losing anyone else. Until that day, that is. Until
that very moment.
The end of the third semester. The time when our graduation examinations,
our last chance to turn things around, were approaching. Our homeroom
instructor appeared before us with a grim expression and told us about a new
special exam. At first, we felt like there was nothing to fear whatsoever about it.
The rules were plain and simple, and we had no doubt that we'd be able to pass
without any difficulties. Looking straight ahead, we sincerely believed that.
We were in such high spirits until we were presented with a certain issue.
Then, the scene changes in the dream, and I'm screaming in class. Chie, my
best friend, rushes toward me with an angry look on her face. She grabs me by
the collar. Total pandemonium. Our class, which had been united, falls apart in
an instant.
"It's fine," he mutters in resignation, a look of understanding on his face. But I
can't decide. There was no way I could've been prepared for this. He had been
with me through three years of joys and sorrows, and his presence was by no
means insignificant to me. An irreplaceable classmate, an irreplaceable friend.
An irreplaceable…special someone, of the opposite sex. He could get a little
carried away too easily, but he was honest, kind, and more dependable than
anyone else. He showed me an expression that he had never shown me before.
That time when he reached out his hand to me under the evening sky,
somewhat shyly. I said just one thing to him as I held back the tears that were
about to start spilling.
"Thank you…"
Our relationship's beginning and end came at the exact same time.
Chapter 2:
Signs of an Approaching Storm
NOW THAT OUR SUMMER BREAK had passed, the second semester of our
second year was beginning today. Looking at it more broadly, this meant that
our three years spent at this school would soon be over. I fastened my tie and
slipped my arms through the sleeves of my shirt. While checking myself out in
the mirror, I made sure that my hair was all right and that there weren't any
issues with my appearance. After confirming everything was fine, I headed
toward the front entrance of the dormitory. On the way, I was joined by Sudou.
He let out a loud yawn, and then we exchanged pleasantries as we walked
along side by side, heading outdoors.
"Suzune threatened me with the chance that they might hit us with a written
exam early in the second semester, so I pulled an all-nighter," he groaned. "An
all-nighter, man."
"So you were studying even on the final day of summer vacation, huh?"
"Thankfully, she came up with a curriculum for me that'll keep me pretty busy
for a while yet. But man, I'd like to get my Academic Ability rating in OAA up to
at least a B though."
Getting to a B or better in Academic Ability would be a big jump, but I didn't
think Sudou was just talking big. After all, if he studied hard over the summer
vacation, it wouldn't be surprising if he managed to improve his Academic
Ability even further than he already had. Sudou had become a genuinely wellrounded man, being an athlete and a scholar. He also had a dramatic decrease
in things like tardiness, absences, and other such minor behavioral issues. He
still had a bit of a temper that could flare up if the situation called for it, but I
supposed that was one of Sudou's defining characteristics.
"Hey, I got a kinda weird question to ask you," he said. "You think that, like,
Kanji's kissed Shinohara and stuff yet?"
"Huh?" I blinked.
"I mean, I'm happy for 'im, that he's got himself a girlfriend. But the fact he's
ahead of me is pretty frustratin'. I dunno, it's just been botherin' me a bunch
lately."
"Wouldn't it be better to just ask him that directly?" I said. "Knowing Ike, I
have a feeling he'd tell you if you did."
"Like hell I can ask him that… If he says somethin' like they ain't even held
hands yet, or I hear that he's actually gone further than that, like, you-knowwhat, then… Well, my fists might start doin' the talkin' for the first time in a
long time," explained Sudou.
I see. That would be a slight problem. It definitely would be troubling if he
started communicating with his fists.
"Considering Ike's personality, I get the feeling that he'd probably go around
telling everyone indiscriminately if he was happy about something. So, if we're
not hearing anything from him, that likely means things haven't developed too
far, right?" I reasoned.
"That's true, you got a point there. But maybe it's different when it comes to
love. I haven't experienced it, so I dunno," he sighed. "Hey, Ayanokouji, have
you ever had a girlfriend…? What's it like?"
The conversation's topic unexpectedly shifted from Ike to me. I couldn't help
but feel Sudou's passionate (I certainly believed it) gaze fixated on me, as if he
were asking me, "Come on, what's it like?"
"There's no use lying to you, so I'll tell you. I got together with my first
girlfriend a little while ago," I told him.
"…Seriously? Like, seriously, for real?"
I could have misled him into thinking otherwise, but since Kei was going to
start telling people before long anyway, it wouldn't have been a good idea to
even try. After I gave him an honest answer though, Sudou held his head in his
hands and let out a sigh. Immediately afterward, he reached over and hurriedly
clasped onto both of my shoulders.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-wait a sec, don't tell me it's…?!" he wailed.
"Relax. It's not who you're thinking."
"Seriously?! You mean it really ain't Suzune?"
"Right. It's not her," I replied.
"O-oh, okay. Well, that's good…" Sudou let out a sigh. "Heh, for a minute
there, I thought my heart was gonna stop or somethin'…"
He must have broken out in a sweat because he brought his left hand up to
his forehead and clumsily wiped it away with his palm. Then, he showed me his
damp palm, as if to illustrate just how flustered he was.
"Well, who is it then?" he asked.
"That's—" I began, but I was interrupted.
"Ah! Found you!"
Just as Sudou regained his composure, the sound of running footsteps came
from behind us. And when the hurried person caught up with us and matched
pace, she looked up at me with a slightly angry expression on her face.
"I was thinking we should go to school together, but you didn't tell me that
you weren't in your room!" grumbled Kei. She puffed out her cheeks in
dissatisfaction.
"You never told me anything about us going together though," I replied.
"That's… Well, I was feeling nervous about it until the very last minute, so I
hesitated, and…" Kei trailed off.
Sudou eyed us suspiciously as Kei and I had this odd back-and-forth
conversation out of nowhere.
"Hey, what the heck didja just come and interrupt us for, Karuizawa?"
complained Sudou. "We were having an important bro conversation, don't butt
in."
Apparently, Sudou hadn't noticed anything strange about the conversation I
was having with Kei. He didn't seem to have put two and two together just from
her showing up here. Come to think of it, Kei and Sudou had barely ever
interacted with one another before at all. As for the question of whether they
got along or didn't… Well, all I could say was that they didn't have a particularly
good relationship.
"Are you planning on telling people about us today, Kei?" I asked.
"Huh? Y-yeah, I am," she said. "But picking the right time's a little tough… I
mean, making an announcement as soon as we get to school in the morning
kind of feels wrong, you know…? It's difficult to just announce it. I mean, it's not
the same as just going up to someone and being like, 'Hey, listen to this!' or
something."
"It seemed like you were pretty quick to make an announcement back with
Yousuke, though," I pointed out.
"W-well, yeah, I suppose. But the circumstances now are completely
different."
"Hey, hey, what's…this…" Sudou stammered. "Are you… Huh?"
This had been a great demonstration of just how thickheaded Sudou could be.
But now, after hearing me address Kei by her given name and listening to what
we were talking about, he stopped moving. He stood there with a completely
dumbstruck look on his face, as if he had finally started to realize something
was going on.
"Wait a minute… What? H-hey, what's goin' on, Ayanokouji?"
It seemed like he was unable to connect the dots and see what we were
together, though…or maybe he just didn't feel like he could be totally certain
from what he was seeing.
I supposed that he might be a good pick to be the first classmate to tell.
"We're dating," I replied. "Me and her."
Grinning, Kei jabbed me in the arm with her elbow three times. She might
have simply been happy that I had been the one to say it.
"H… Huh-whaaaaaaat?! F-for real?!"
Sudou must have been totally flabbergasted by what he heard, because he
shouted in an exaggeratedly loud voice, far louder than I expected.
Coincidentally, none of our other classmates were around, but other students
still turned their heads toward us, wondering what was going on.
"That was WAY too loud," huffed Kei.
"S-sorry. But wait, hold on, WHAT?! W-why are you datin' Karuizawa?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she retorted. "Is there something wrong
with me?"
"No, that's what I mean, it's just… Well, actually, I guess I can't say it's like
there's nothin' wrong with it, I guess, but… Umm…?"
Sudou stammered and seemed like he was somewhat taken aback. He was
perplexed by the whole thing. He arched his neck a bit, showing that he
couldn't quite grasp what he heard.
"What, you wanted me to go out with Horikita?" I teased.
"No way in hell, man! …Wait, that's not what I meant… It's just…hold up," said
Sudou.
He grabbed me tightly by the shoulders, brought his lips close to my ear, and
then whispered to me in a low voice.
"'Scuse me for sayin' this, but, uh… You know Karuizawa was, well, datin'
Hirata before, and who knows what kinda crazy relationships she had in junior
high, yeah? That seriously doesn't, like, gross you out or nothin'? Don't you
think she's kinda too much for you as your first girlfriend?"
Well, I supposed that was just the image that our classmates had of Karuizawa
Kei. In fact, until I had learned about her past myself, I had thought of her as
that kind of girl too.
"What're you whispering about all sneakily?" asked Kei.
"N-nothin'," mumbled Sudou.
After Kei shot him a glare, dejectedly Sudou moved away. I supposed he must
have felt sorry for saying something that was so close to bad-mouthing her.
"Ayanokouji and Karuizawa, goin' out… It's no use, no matter how many times
I say it in my head, I just can't wrap my mind around it. What a shock. Feels like
crazy stuff is happenin' right away at the start of our second semester…"
Though Sudou was quietly muttering to himself, I most definitely heard
everything he said.
2.1
WE ARRIVED at school at last. While we were walking over there from the
dorms, we occasionally passed by third-year students going in our same
direction. They kept shooting me glances just like they did on the boat, but
there was no indication that Sudou noticed at all. This was the same odd
situation that had unfolded every time I went out during our summer vacation. I
didn't think I'd ever get used to it, in the truest sense of the words. Being
watched gave one an intense feeling of oppression and entrapment. It was
simply going to continue until those gazes stopped.
Kei quickly gathered up a group of girls to talk about things that had
happened over the summer vacation, and Sudou started chatting with his good
friends Ike and Hondou. I was also casually talking to my own friends in the
Ayanokouji Group as I waited for the bell.
Eventually, Chabashira came into the room and opened her mouth to speak,
the very same way she did in our first semester.
"There are several major events awaiting you all in the second semester this
year," she announced. "First will be the sports festival, which was held last year
as well. This event will be held in October. It's meant to evaluate students'
physical abilities. Though some of the rules differ from the way things worked
last year, there aren't any major differences in the abilities required."
Physical ability was very necessary in this battle that was shortly to come, just
as Chabashira herself said moments ago. That might worry students who were
only good at their studies. As expected, my close friends Keisei and Airi, who
weren't good at athletics, were listening to Chabashira with grim expressions on
their faces. The fact that the rules were different this year was also a point of
concern.
"Following that, the Advanced Nurturing High School will hold its first-ever
cultural festival in November," Chabashira went on. "As with the sports festival,
we will provide you with detailed information about the event shortly. But
know that we are going to be taking time starting in September to prepare for
both of these events, in parallel."
That meant, most likely, that September would mostly be spent preparing for
the sports festival, probably in the form of a few more hours spent in physical
education classes each week. There would also be about an hour or so per week
spent on discussions for the cultural festival. After the sports festival was over
in October, the students could begin preparations for November's scheduled
cultural festival in earnest. Aside from that, we knew there was also a school
trip coming up, but it was unclear whether it would be related to a special exam
or not.
"In addition, of course, you will have a mid-term test and a final test in
between these events," added Chabashira.
At any rate, there didn't seem to be any doubt that the second semester was
going to be a busy one.
"I will provide a more detailed explanation about the sports festival at a later
date, but first, I'll talk a bit about the cultural festival today."
Though the sports festival was scheduled to happen first, Chabashira provided
us with details about the cultural festival now.
"The cultural festival is going to be a big affair; you'll be seeing a lot of visitors
on campus. You will be competing with all of the other classes and grade levels
at this school in terms of total sales. You may apply for as many activities and
programs as you wish, but your budget is limited. For further details, please
look at your tablets."
Cultural Festival Overview
Each second-year class will be given 5,000 Private Points per student to be
used solely for festival preparations. Students will be allowed to spend those
available points freely. First-year students will be provided with 5,500 points
each for start-up costs, and third-year students will be provided 4,500 points.
Additional funding may be provided for community service activities such as
student council activities, contributions via club activities, and so on. Further
details will be announced to each class after rules have been finalized.
Start-up funds and additional funds will not be reflected in final sales totals.
Any funds that are not used must be returned in the end.
100 Class Points will be awarded to classes in first through fourth place. 50
Class Points will be awarded to classes in fifth through eighth place. No Class
Points will be awarded to classes placing in ninth through twelfth place.
Looking at the rewards, we had a chance to get a decent number of Class
Points for placing high, and there weren't any penalties for ranking low. As long
as we were somewhere in the top eight, we'd get something. As for the rules,
they were easy to understand, and it didn't seem like there'd be any confusion.
The fact that this was shared with us before we received any details on the
sports festival also made sense just by listening to what was said. After all, we
couldn't start making preparations for the cultural festival until we had been
provided with the rules. By contrast, we could already start getting ready for
the sports festival to some extent just by improving our physical abilities in
preparation.
"H-huh, it kind of sounds like a typical school cultural festival," commented
Shinohara.
It wasn't like she felt like this was a disappointment, of course, but I could
understand why Shinohara couldn't help saying that. I couldn't see that there
was a risk of losing Class Points, or of anyone getting expelled. However, I
supposed the fact that I was starting to suspect there was something more to
this event was proof that the inner workings of this school had deeply
influenced me.
"It will also be important for you to determine which location you would like
and secure a spot on the campus," Chabashira continued. "For example, if you
wish to set up a stall in a place where visitors are sure to pass through, like near
the main gate, you'll have to pay the school to use that location."
The students, myelf included, looked down at our tablets to see additional
information that had just been sent to us. The title of the file was "List of
Possible Stall Locations on Campus" and included a campus map. It listed all of
the locations that stalls would be available on campus, each with a location
name and number. For example, the location closest to the main gate that
Chabashira just mentioned was listed as "Main Gate 1," and the cost to reserve
that location was 10,000 points.
There seemed to be places that were free as well, but these were located far
from the main gate. That would make them difficult for visitors to reach.
Not counting any additional funds, we would have a budget of about 200,000
points. With that in mind, a cost of 10,000 points was by no means cheap.
However, there was no doubt that it was a prime location and likely to attract a
large number of visitors.
"It is entirely possible that there could be conflicts with other classes and
grade levels over stall locations, but only one class is allowed to use a space in
each location," Chabashira explained. "In that case, there will be a bidding
process, and the class with the higher bid will earn the right to use that stall
space."
Meaning that if we were forced to use more of our points thanks to a bidding
war over securing the rights to a prime location, the budget we could allocate
toward the actual program or goods for our stall would be greatly reduced. We
had approximately the next two months to spend coming up with ways to
compete with the other classes and grades efficiently, and within a limited
budget.
"The school will neither publicly disclose what each class will be doing nor
where their stalls will be located. School officials will not leak information, but
do be aware that you can't stop other students from overhearing you. If word
about what your class is doing gets out, it would be best to assume that other
students will come up with merciless countermeasures against you," our
teacher said.
So even if we came up with the perfect plan for our class's stall, there was a
risk that other classes would copy it or devise ways to undermine our efforts.
"You may also find that there are additional things you'll need, from time to
time. If something is not available here on campus, it can be brought from
outside as long as you apply for and are granted permission. You are free to use
your budget however you wish, as long as it's within the scope of the rules."
It seemed like I was going to need to look into that matter more closely, as
well as into other aspects.
"That's all for the cultural festival and its rules," Chabashira said. "Major
preparations and the set-up period will come after the sports festival concludes,
but starting today, please begin to discuss what you'll be doing and how you'll
allocate your budget on your own time."
The more time that we devoted to the cultural festival, the more prepared
we'd be.
2.2
AFTER CLASSES ENDED for the day, many of my classmates remained in the
classroom, except for those who left for their club activities. Why? It was
because we were having our first discussion for the cultural festival which was
going to be held in November, of course. I found it likely that a number of
students here had experienced a cultural festival before in their junior high
days. Since I didn't have any information in particular about it, I decided to just
be a listener, as usual.
Yousuke had gotten permission to use the monitor in the classroom. "First,
let's start by making a brief list of options that come to mind easily," he said,
typing on his tablet.
"When people think of cultural festivals, the things they typically expect to
see are food stalls and haunted houses, that sort of thing," said Horikita.
Yousuke started adding these most obvious examples to a list, one by one:
food-related options, a haunted house, a maze, a café, live music, a play, and so
on.
"The event will be held from ten o'clock in the morning to three o'clock in the
afternoon," he said. "As for food and beverages, adults will be coming as well,
so we're anticipating that we'll have to be prepared for that. However, if we do
so, we might see more competition in that regard…"
"The rest is just a matter of budgeting things well," said Horikita. "Compared
to a haunted house or a maze where we can keep costs down after we've
simply constructed what we need, the cost of offering food will inevitably be
higher."
Some items, such as music equipment, could be rented for a fee. We could
use those for whatever we decided to do, like if we did a live musical
performance. However, they were limited in number, so they were first come,
first served. There was also the question of how many students were even
skilled enough to actually turn a profit.
"We have thirty-nine people in our class," Yousuke continued. "Meaning, our
budget as it stands now would be 195,000 points. To be perfectly honest, that's
not enough. With that kind of money, even if we said we were going to make
food, I don't feel we can simply snap our fingers and decide that."
"I have a suggestion. May I?" said Horikita.
"Of course. Your opinion is welcome, Horikita-san," replied Yousuke.
"As you've said, Hirata-kun, our budget for the cultural festival is limited.
However, no matter how much we argue about the options listed, there are
many things that we still don't know. If we decided to cook takoyaki at a food
stall, we would need answers to a lot of questions, like what ingredients to use,
how good our classmates are at cooking, and so on. In that case, I think that the
first thing we should do is repeatedly present our ideas to the class and test
them, even if we have to use our own Private Points to do so."
Many students nodded in agreement with Horikita's suggestion. It was
honestly important that we tested things out no matter what we decided to do,
whether it was a food stall or something else. That was certainly true. Of
course, there was a risk that we'd end up having to pay out of our own pockets
to do that, but it was simple to just dismiss that as a necessary upfront
investment.
"But… Well, I'm not trying to say that I think it's a bad proposal," Matsushita
started, "but don't you think some people might be reluctant to try anything if
they're going to have to pay themselves?"
Matsushita feared that in that case, some students might just decide to leave
the planning to the rest of the class and not help with the cultural festival.
"That's fine," said Horikita. "I don't want to waste my time with just any
random idea. But that being said, we mustn't disregard anyone trying their best
to contribute. If anyone thinks of an idea that sounds like it could be the right
one, they should actively try and present it. What if we pay out a reward to
whoever proposes an idea that we end up using?"
"Yeah, that's a great idea," agreed Matsushita. "There's nothing wrong with
rewarding people for their hard work and giving something back."
"We can work out the specifics of the rewards later, but to give an example, if
we're awarded 100 Class Points via the cultural festival, that would mean our
entire class will get 390,000 Private Points per month. We can divide that by the
number of people who proposed an idea and give it out later. That way, there
shouldn't be any complaints."
Hypothetically, if we had five activities or events, that would mean 78,000
points per person. If the number of people who proposed ideas and the number
of collaborators was too large for it to be profitable for us to divide the total
amount between them, I figured it would still be acceptable even if the total
amount was spread out over two or three months. That way, students who had
actively contributed to the cultural festival would gain something, and those
who cut corners would get some benefit later on too. Ultimately, if our Class
Points were going to be increased, there was no reason to object.
"Also, we need to be very thorough in withholding information so that no one
steals our ideas," added Horikita. "Be very careful about what you say,
wherever you say it, whether you're in school, in the dorms, or at Keyaki Mall."
Strict confidentiality. Over these next two months of preparations, that would
be of the utmost importance. From here onward, these discussions would
continue, and the class's first step would be for people to present their ideas to
either Horikita or Yousuke. If there was a possibility that the ideas presented
could be adopted, we could proceed to the next steps.
2.3
FOR THE FOLLOWING two weeks or so, our lives at school carried on as usual.
We spent every day working hard in class while preparing for both the cultural
festival and sports festival in parallel. It was a precious time when we could say
that we were just going through normal, routine, everyday lives at an ordinary
high school. Surprisingly enough, news about my relationship with Kei didn't
spread past Sudou, and there weren't any signs that anyone else had found out
about us.
Then, in mid-September, on the Wednesday of the third week of the month,
something happened after class. As I was sitting in the back of the room,
someone came into view. It was unusual for this certain someone to reach out
to Horikita, but that's exactly what was happening. She came up to her as she
sat in the middle of the front row.
"Um, excuse me, Horikita-san?" Satou called to her, sounding a little shy and
reserved. "If you don't mind, could I have a minute of your time after class?"
Satou was one of the girls who had never interacted with Horikita.
"I need to go to the student council in about an hour to take care of some
business," Horikita replied, "but as long it doesn't conflict with that, I don't
mind. What is it?"
She seemed puzzled, but she also had never been approached by Satou
before. After Horikita's slightly perplexed response, Satou spoke up once more,
somewhat meekly.
"Well, about ideas for the cultural festival, we've been thinking a lot about it,
and um… Well, you said before, um, that you wanted us to come talk to you if
we came up with anything, right?"
"Yes. I did say that we're open to presentations…"
"Yes, that, exactly, let me make a presentation," said Satou. "I've come up
with an idea that can seriously win us this cultural festival."
Satou's confidence was showing, but Horikita wasn't going to be so easily
impressed. It was little wonder why, though; over the past ten days or so, more
than a few students had brought their ideas to Horikita. Both guys and girls had
made proposals to her because of the rewards they would receive if their ideas
were adopted. The ideas presented were varied and ran the gamut from the
mundane to the bizarre, but what they all shared in common was one thing:
Horikita wasn't going to take anything you said seriously if you just randomly
threw out the name of an idea and nothing more.
On the day that Horikita made a statement about offering rewards to anyone
whose idea was accepted, Hondou immediately proposed that we sell karaage
fried chicken because it was delicious. However, Horikita turned him away,
telling him to go write up a detailed proposal first. She was unwilling to accept a
vague idea thrown at her with no additional information. Though Hondou was
discouraged after being told off, he submitted a detailed proposal document
the next day. Unfortunately, all it contained was a recipe he probably just pulled
from the internet and an impassioned statement about how much it would sell
and how delicious it would be.
Upon seeing Hondou's low-level proposal, Horikita reiterated the importance
of the documentation. For example, if we were going to operate a karaage fried
chicken stand, how much would it cost? What location should we use? How
many people would be needed to run it? How much would we sell the chicken
for, how many customers could we expect, and what was the basis for those
estimations? Horikita also rather bluntly declared that she would only listen to
those who had gotten their ideas in proper order.
After that, it felt like the number of people who approached Horikita casually
with hasty proposals ought to have decreased dramatically, but surprisingly
enough, the number of students who came to her with proposal documents
actually increased day by day. Several ideas had actually made their way onto
Horikita's list of things to consider for the festival. However, none of the
proposals thus far had been particularly decisive, so nothing had been officially
adopted yet.
"Well then, let's see your proposal," said Horikita.
"Oh, um, yes. I do have a presentation prepared, but… I can't quite show you
here," Satou said. "If possible, could I have a bit of your time, just a little while
from now?"
"Is that so? Well, all right. Where do you want me to go?"
"Oh, um, right… There's an empty classroom in the special building, please be
there in thirty minutes. I got permission from the teacher in advance," said
Satou.
"An empty classroom?"
Though Horikita sounded perplexed, Satou simply said, "That's right, see you
there!" before she turned and walked away. Then, Satou met my gaze as I was
watching this happen, and she walked over to approach me as well.
"Hey, um, Ayanokouji-kun, do you have some free time today?" she asked.
"Me? I don't have any plans in particular, no," I replied.
"You heard what I was talking about with Horikita-san earlier, right? I was
wondering if you could come with her. Thirty minutes from now."
"Why me, though?"
"That's a secret for now. If you come, you'll understand."
Just like when she was speaking to Horikita earlier, Satou's confidence was
visible on her face.
"Okay, I'll be waiting!" she said to me. Then, after checking the time on her
phone, Satou hurried out of the classroom.
"What is up with her, I wonder? She certainly seemed pretty confident," said
Horikita.
"Maybe that just means she's come up with something special?" I mused.
"Even so, I'm not sure why we're going through all this hassle."
I wasn't sure what it was all supposed to mean either, but we would find out
in another thirty minutes. Horikita and I decided to kill some time in the
classroom before heading over to the special building.
2.4
SINCE HORIKITA AND I were heading to the same place, we walked over to the
special building together. When we arrived outside the classroom that Satou
had told us to go to, Maezono was there for some reason.
"Ah, I'm standing watch," she said. "We didn't think that anyone would come
here after class, but still, figured we'd do this just in case…you know."
"Standing watch…?" Horikita repeated. "This is far more elaborate than I
thought."
Horikita seemed surprised that they had gone so far as adopting security
measures, even though that was something of a prerequisite if we wanted to
keep our ideas hidden until the day of the festival. People wanted to keep
others from finding out what classes from which grades were doing what. I was
surprised too, though. Not only had they asked the teacher to borrow a room in
the special building, but they even assigned someone to stand watch to prevent
interference from third parties. Moreover, they had even gone as far as sealing
up the windows, albeit somewhat simply. You could not see into the room from
outside.
"Well then, let's hurry on inside and have a look," said Horikita.
"Oh, please wait a minute," said Maezono. "From here onward, it's going to
be a trial run, as if it were really operating. That way, you can experience it for
yourselves as if you were customers, Horikita-san, Ayanokouji-kun."
"So that's what's going on," said Horikita. "All right. I suppose this is much
easier to understand than reading through some hastily-thrown-together
proposals."
After seeing how elaborate this whole production was so far, Horikita's
expectations had undeniably been raised, whether she liked it or not. Whether
she would end up adopting this idea for the cultural festival was another
matter, but at this point, it was clear that they were putting in a serious effort
to win this. I was sure that must have made Horikita happy.
After the two of us once again made sure that there wasn't anyone else in the
vicinity, we slowly opened the door.
The first things that caught my eye were the unexpectedly vibrant colors
inside. The decorations that they had put up were so bright and colorful that it
made it hard to believe this was just another sterile, nondescript classroom.
"Th-this is…" stammered Horikita.
"Welcome to Maid Café Maimai!"
Three girls greeted us in unison, each of them in a unique costume. Satou, the
one who had called us here, and Matsushita, standing next to her, were both
dressed in maid costumes. Mii-chan, though, averted her eyes from us shyly
and was dressed in a cheongsam.
Although monitors were typically installed in the classrooms, it seemed like
the classrooms in the rarely used special building still came equipped with
whiteboards. It seemed like they had put it to good use and the name of their
café was written out adorably in marker. We were shown to our seats and
handed a menu of homemade items.
"What would you care to order, Master? Mistress?" asked Satou.
"Please hold on a minute. May I ask you something before we order?" asked
Horikita.
"Huh? What is it?"
"Surely it must have taken quite a bit of time and money for you to put this all
together?"
It certainly looked like it would've been difficult to arrange all this in just a day
if you had to, that was for sure. Even if they worked hard to get all the
decorations up, what about their costumes?
Satou turned to Matsushita. "How long did it take us again, Matsushita-san?"
"About four days of preparation time," Matsushita replied. "I think the costs
were surprisingly reasonable, actually. All in all, we spent about 13,200 Private
Points. The four of us planned it together—us three here and Maezono-san
outside. We divided the costs amongst the four of us, so it was roughly 3,300
points per person. As for what specifically we spent those points on, it was our
three rental outfits, and then the items we used to put together the
decorations, like origami paper and markers. We picked those up from the
general store. All of the tableware here actually comes from our own personal
belongings, so there was no cost for that."
Interesting. I supposed that was the reason why there was a lack of unifying
cohesiveness to the tableware. Of course, since we were only in the planning
stages now, that wasn't a negative factor. In fact, I was genuinely impressed by
how well they had prepared for the event while keeping their costs to a
minimum.
"The impact was perfect. Better than any other proposal I've seen thus far.
But…" Horikita trailed off.
She offered high praise for how thoroughly they had prepared for this, seeing
as they had generally prepared everything. However, Horikita wasn't so simple
as to decide just from that.
"The main question I have is, have you prepared an overall budget for this? I'd
like to see what specific processes you have in mind," said Horikita sharply.
Satou didn't panic in the slightest, however, and turned to look at Mii-chan.
"Um, well, we've tried to put as much as we possibly could into our proposal
documentation," Mii-chan said, taking a clear file folder from her bag and
handing it over to Horikita.
I wondered if Mii-chan had been the one to write it out. There were three
pages in the folder, packed with details written in beautiful handwriting.
Matsushita had mentioned that the costumes they had were rented, but it
looked like they received quotes from three different companies and rented
one outfit from each. There were comparisons in price, quality, and selection.
The proposal also contained the costs for tableware that they would use during
the cultural festival, including lower and higher cost options. There were also
details on the approximate number of guests expected as a criterion,
differences between that number and maximum guest capacity, and so on.
"This is far and away more complete than any other proposal I've seen so
far," said Horikita. "Well done."
Hearing Horikita's genuine compliments, Satou and Matsushita turned to Miichan, poking her in the side and telling her that she was being praised. Miichan, though looking as embarrassed as she'd likely be on the day of the
festival, gently made a grateful bow to Horikita. You could say that this proposal
from Satou and the other girls had earned a perfect score. However…
"It certainly is an interesting idea," Horikita said. "Though you could hardly
say such things are uncommon, I feel that it has potential, especially if the
experience is well put together. However, there are some downsides. The
costume rental fee is 4,000 points per outfit. If we follow your proposal, it will
cost 40,000 points for ten outfits. Aside from that, the estimated cost of
preparing beverages and snacks comes to 50,000 points. That's a total of
90,000… And then there's the decorations put up in the room, which come to
5,000 points, and then there's the location cost on top of that, which means…
This is by no means an inexpensive plan."
Even if we could afford to implement everything without difficulty, especially
since we wouldn't need to pay wages to the people working the café, we'd still
be spending half of our current budget on one single idea.
"Y-yes, that's true…b-but I think that we could raise the costs of the items we
offer. To compensate!" said Satou.
As an example, I saw that on the menu that Satou and the other girls put
together, one cup of tea cost 800 points. That was more expensive than getting
a drink at the café in Keyaki Mall. Of course, it was conceivable that they could
reduce their prices significantly depending on adjustments they made in the
future, but it still seemed fair to judge that what they offered had a good
chance of selling. Horikita looked quite serious as she reread the three-page
proposal documentation. With Satou and the other girls standing around her
dressed like something out of a fairy tale, something struck me as strangely out
of place or unrealistic about the whole situation.
Horikita finally looked up, having perhaps reached a conclusion.
"Just double-checking, but…no one else has seen this presentation yet, have
they?" she asked.
"Of course," replied Matsushita with a nod, her confidence showing. "We
haven't let anything slip."
Satou and Mii-chan followed suit, nodding as well.
"…Very well. I will be taking serious steps to help ensure that this maid café
proposal passes then. Would you be willing to further scrutinize your proposal,
including a thorough cost-reduction?"
"Really?! Yay!" shouted Satou.
The three girls gleefully exchanged high fives, each of them overjoyed.
"It's too early to celebrate. Don't forget that we're only taking it under
positive consideration for now," warned Horikita.
Though that's what Horikita said, the fact the girls had gotten Horikita to
pledge that she'd take care of things to help get the idea approved was a huge
gain for them. Once Horikita and I stepped back out into the hallway, Maezono
was still there standing watch and waved to us happily. I was sure she was
looking so pleased because she had heard the commotion from inside the
room.
"You sure seem to have a high opinion of what you just saw," I said to
Horikita. "I never expected you to come out and say that you'd take care of
things for them."
"I wouldn't just casually accept something if I thought we had no chance of
winning with it," she replied. "To tell you the truth, the majority of proposals
that had been brought to me were rejected right on the spot, or simply put on
hold at best. The fact I said what I did is just a reflection of how strong their idea
is."
I figured that the idea of a maid café in itself was likely not that unusual.
However, it seemed that Horikita was willing to cooperate with them because
she saw the potential to fully demonstrate the strengths of our class and to do
something that would impress visitors.
"Supposing for the sake of argument that another class were to run a maid
café," I began, "do you think we'd still be able to win?"
"Yes, I do. You don't think so?"
"Well, I don't know."
If we just thoughtlessly opened up a food stand, we'd likely have several
rivals. On the other hand, if we ran a maid café, even if we had one or two
competitors, it was possible we could outdo them by using the assets we had at
our disposal. Aside from those three girls back there wearing sample outfits,
there might very well be some other hidden talents lying dormant in our class.
"What are you talking about? I'm going to need your help too in order to
make sure their idea becomes a solid success," said Horikita.
"My help?" I blinked. "Wait, you're not asking me to dress up too, are you?"
"What kind of stupid nonsense is that? If I'm doing this, then I'm going to
make sure we give it our all. So, in that case, we need to have the best people
for the job, right? So, with that in mind, I think that you, a guy, should be the
one to help in that regard."
"Wait, that's… Well, I don't really understand what that's supposed to mean
exactly, but…I would think there are others who are better qualified for this."
"I suppose you have a point. People like Ike-kun and Hondou-kun might be
connoisseurs, of a sort, when it comes to this sort of thing. But I fear that if we
told them about this idea, that could lead to information getting leaked. They
seem to have loose lips."
"I…can't deny that," I admitted.
They were the kind of people who might very well end up carelessly revealing
information by mistake.
"I don't want to recklessly increase the number of students in the know here,"
Horikita said. "Understand?"
"Yeah, I do."
Maybe it was just sheer bad luck that Satou had asked me to come along. Or
maybe things were just destined to turn out this way.
"That being said, I'll be leaving the matter of choosing people to you first,"
she went on. "You can tell anyone that you want to bring about this project, of
course, but please remember to keep this strictly confidential. If things go
wrong, this proposal will be off the table."
That was just how important it was that we kept this a secret.
"Actually, come to think of it… Yes. With that in mind, I'd like to keep
information sharing to the absolute minimum. Can I leave this matter entirely
to you? We'll settle on a formal budget at a later date, but I'll need you to scout
for people, handle all preparations, and manage things."
"Wait, wait, hold on," I protested. "This is a huge jump all of a sudden. You're
really planning on having me handle all of this, alone?"
"No one is saying that we're just going to have just one thing for this cultural
festival," she pointed out. "We will definitely have more than one offering,
considering our balance of human resources, both men and women. Figuring
out a way to increase our profits on a low budget is going to take a lot of work,
so I'd like to focus on that aspect."
Sure, I wanted to let her concentrate on doing that part of the job, I
understood that. But I also had to wonder, why me?
"I trust this means you're accepting my formal offer?" said Horikita.
I didn't remember showing any suggestion at all of having accepted any offer,
but the decision had apparently been made for me.
"Fine, I'll do it…" I huffed.
I wondered if it was even possible for me to operate the ideal maid café. I
wasn't very confident. Considering Satou, Matsushita, and Mii-chan were
already confirmed to be involved… How many more waitresses did we need?
Though the cultural festival was still a way off, it was looking likely that I was
going to need to get people together soon.
"I'm going to head over to the student council office," Horikita announced.
"See you later."
"Y-yeah…"
Having been made to accept a job that made me want to hold my head in my
hands in defeat. As I went to leave the building, I happened to cross paths with
Chabashira. Considering the location, it seemed unlikely that she was there
through sheer coincidence.
"You went to see Satou and the others?" she asked. "I heard about their
proposal and what they're thinking of doing. Not a bad idea."
"Yes, I did, and I agree. I figured they needed to make sure their application to
be here was approved before they could have even started preparing for a
showcase for us, after all."
It wouldn't have been a laughing matter if they had gone through such
thorough preparations without knowing whether they had permission to use
the building.
"I was curious about how it was shaping up myself so I thought I'd come over
personally to take a look," said Chabashira. "How was it?"
"Good," I replied. "Horikita is positive about it too. She must have thought we
have a chance of winning with it. She's working out the details now."
"I see. Well then, I suppose that means I don't need to go out of my way to go
see it," said Chabashira.
"I kind of got dragged into this whole thing myself." I sighed. "It's turned into
a bit of a bother."
"Meaning?"
"Horikita's instructions were that I was to supervise this project."
"You, Ayanokouji? Wow, that's…" Chabashira trailed off. Then, she smirked at
me like she found this whole thing comical. But at the same time, she was giving
me a look that seemed to both sympathetic and pitying. "That's great," she
finished her thought. "Horikita has some rather interesting ideas herself."
"I think that people like Ike and the Professor would be far, far better suited
for this kind of work though," I said.
Even though I had heard of maid cafés, I didn't know a single thing about
what they were supposed to be like.
"When it comes to understanding otaku culture, then sure, you might be right
about that," Chabashira said. "However, what's important at the cultural
festival is sales. Those two might be capable of improving the quality of the
attraction, but they likely wouldn't be good at finer calculations and turning a
profit. That is exactly why it makes sense for you to supervise it instead. It's a
problem that can be solved by asking them for their opinions, if necessary."
That was easy for her to say. For your opinions to have meaning, you needed
to have at least a bare minimum amount of knowledge about the topic at hand.
If you just listened to people's advice while you were in total ignorance on a
subject, there was no guarantee that you'd arrive at the correct answer. At the
same time, it would be difficult for you to point out anything that might be
wrong.
"Just brace yourself and think of it as an opportunity to learn about
something outside of typical academic fields, Mr. Maid Café Manager,"
Chabashira teased.
"I suppose…"
Just as I was leaving, Chabashira called out to me once more from behind.
"Ayanokouji, could I…ask for a moment of your time again soon?"
"Soon? When?" I asked.
"I'll send you a message before long. Would that be all right?"
"I guess, sure. I don't mind. If I'm busy then, I'll try to make some time."
I could have refused, but I decided to accept. The woman had a serious look
on her face.
Chapter 3:
Two Teachers and A Fated Special Exam
THE NEXT MORNING, I was assigned to be the manager (?) of the maid café.
But then, when we saw Chabashira's grim expression as she strode into our
classroom, many students immediately noticed that something was off.
However, this time, unlike the usual for situations like this, the words "special
exam" weren't the first to spring to mind for most of us. That was because they
probably assumed the next exam would be the sports festival itself.
Furthermore, the cultural festival was coming up right after that.
"Before the sports festival in October, you'll be taking a new special exam,"
announced Chabashira.
Her statement caused a bit of an uproar amongst the students. There hadn't
been any special exams around this time last year, not while we were getting
ready for the sports festival. But it sounded like this year was going to be
different.
"Ugh, come on, are you kidding me?" Ike groaned. "We just got through that
brutal uninhabited island exam, and now we have to take another one…?"
Though it had already become customary for him to complain about these
things, I heard Ike mutter discontented grumblings before anyone else did. I
supposed that for Ike, a new special exam was a grim prospect. He had just
managed to overcome the uninhabited island when his back was against the
wall and expulsion seemed imminent. On top of that, he had just officially
become Shinohara Satsuki's boyfriend as well. No matter how much Ike and
Shinohara deepened their relationship and grew closer, suddenly finding
themselves expelled from school now was most certainly possible, depending
on the type of special exam. There was no doubt that students with particularly
low levels of overall ability felt a sense of urgency.
"Hey, bring it on." Sudou, who had absolute confidence in his athletic
prowess, smacked his fists together. "I say we clear this special exam quickly
before we completely dominate the sports festival."
"Don't get carried away," snapped Horikita.
"…Sorry."
Horikita's immediate warning made Sudou feel a little dejected. He went
silent. What a wonderful master-slave relationship they've… Er, well, I suppose I
could say that they're nurturing a friendship.
"If I'm being honest here, there have been very few instances of special
exams being given at this time of year in the past," Chabashira told us. "In fact,
a special exam will not be held for the first-year and third-year students."
Satou had been leaning against the back of her chair before, but now she
pitched forward. "You mean that our grade is the only one getting a special
exam before the sports festival?" she asked.
Chabashira didn't deny it at all. She simply nodded.
"Because you second-years have been so exceptional, the school is giving you
an appropriate level of recognition for your worth," she replied.
"Huh?" said Satou. "Wait, a special exam because they recognize our worth…?
Isn't that a little strange?"
"It is certainly true that special exams come with a level of risk you ought to
be wary of," said Chabashira. "Class Points or Private Points could be lost. Some
students could even be expelled from school. However, on the other hand, it
could be said that these give you even more opportunities to lead a more
fulfilling life here at school. The more special exams that are held, the better
your chances are for being promoted to Class A. And that is considered to be
the most important thing of all."
It was true that if you wanted to earn a large number of Class Points, it was
extremely difficult to do so through ordinary, everyday activities. If anything,
the periods of time when there weren't any special exams were largely about
keeping our Class Points from falling any lower. Whether it was the uninhabited
island special exam or any other, opportunities to move up to higher-level
classes only came when a special exam was being held.
"Happiness and unhappiness are two sides of the same coin. So, there are
benefits to those risks, right?" said Horikita, having calmly accepted the news
and taken a position close to Chabashira's.
"Exactly," said Chabashira.
"That being the case, there's nothing for us to fear," Horikita declared. "We
are most definitely closing in on Class A now. There's a chance we can break out
of the three-way tie between B, C, and D. This just means that our chance is
already here."
The more opportunities we had, the better. That was the commonly held
belief for everyone aiming for the top.
"That's true, you're right about that… And it's not like complaining about it
will make special exams go away or anything," replied Satou.
Horikita's words seemed to have convinced even Satou and our other lowerlevel classmates, judging from their expressions. Though you could say it was
still a work in progress, Horikita's growth as a pillar of support seemed to be
having a clear, positive effect on her classmates. I suspected that Chabashira
was probably inwardly pleased by this as well, even if she didn't let it show on
her face at all. She wasn't the sort of teacher to show her sweet side in the first
place, but lately, I felt like it was coming through a bit more than usual.
"You will be taking what is referred to as the 'Unanimous Special Exam' this
time."
The monitor lit up and Chabashira began explaining the exam. It was
accompanied with various visual aids that had become customary at this point.
"This special exam is exceedingly simple. Hence, I will be accepting questions
at any time if there is anything you are curious about. This exam will be
administered tomorrow, and as you can probably surmise from the name, it
consists of a series of multiple-choice questions which you will answer
repeatedly until the entire class comes to a unanimous decision."
"Tomorrow?" repeated Horikita. "That's…rather sudden."
We certainly weren't being provided with adequate prep time for this. Of
course, there weren't any advantages or disadvantages because it was
essentially a fair contest, but our class that had just settled down was now
beginning to stir once again.
"As I just said, this special exam is simple," Chabashira replied. "The school
believes that there will not be any problems in going ahead with the exam
tomorrow. There isn't a need to spend time discussing things in advance."
We would vote over and over again in class until we came to a unanimous
decision. Just from hearing about that part alone, I certainly couldn't see
anything particularly complex about this exam.
"That means we're not fighting against another class this time then, right?"
asked Yousuke, immediately hoping for an answer on that point, considering it
more important than anything else.
"That's right," said Chabashira. "Since this special exam only takes place
within your class, you will not be competing against any rivals. On the day of the
exam, the school will give you five 'issues' to complete. These issues are the
same for all classes, with no differences between them."
If the issues were different, that would mean the difficulty level would be
different from class to class. I supposed that made sense.
"This might seem sudden, but I'm going to jump right into it. I will provide you
with an example to help you understand."
EXAMPLE ISSUE: Lose 5 Class Points, but all classmates gain 10,000 Private
Points.
CHOICES: For, Against
The sample issue was shown on the monitor. Just like Chabashira had said, it
was simple and easy to understand.
"Hm? Wait, what's this?" said Shinohara. "Um… We'd go down by five Class
Points, but in exchange, we can get 10,000 Private Points… This is an issue?
Would that be a gain or a loss?" She counted on her fingers, trying to calculate
the actual gains and losses in her head.
It wasn't surprising that many unexpected questions would come to mind for
people. Still, even though this was only an example, I had expected there to
have been more choices to agonize over. We earned 100 Private Points each
month for every Class Point. That meant that five Class Points were worth 500
Private Points. If you thought about the issue presented to us, the latter option
was worth more in terms of Private Points, and by an overwhelming amount.
However, Class Points would continue to hold value. In one month, five Class
Points was worth nothing more than 500 Private Points. However, if you
calculated their worth over a longer time span, like say, over a year, then those
mere five Class Points would be worth 6,000 Private Points. Considering the
time we had remaining until graduation, we had eighteen opportunities left to
receive Private Points, meaning from October of our second year to the March
of our third year. In other words, we could consider the value of those Class
Points to be worth 9,000 Private Points.
But things weren't actually so simple. Supposing the loss of five Class Points
here in this exam carried through, and in the end we missed on reaching Class A
by that same margin, we would look back on this decision as the worst possible
choice we could have made. Of course, the probability that five points would
make all the difference between winning and losing probably wasn't that high.
In that case, it was quite possible that there could be cases in which it'd be
more beneficial for us to gain the 10,000 Private Points.
Whichever point of view we took, there were advantages and disadvantages
in the end.
"All thirty-nine of you will vote anonymously on each issue presented,
choosing from the options presented to you," Chabashira explained. "You'll
probably understand how this works the quickest by simply trying it for
yourself, so let's do just that right now. I'm sure that many of you have quite a
lot of questions, but I'd like you to try and enter your votes without any time for
discussion. Please enter your vote, for or against, on your tablets."
After Chabashira tapped some things on the device in hand, all of the
students' tablets' screens, mine included, now displayed something new. Our
tablets displayed the issue, and we could either select For or Against on the
screen. This truly was an unusual special exam unlike any we'd seen before.
I decided to consider this issue seriously for a moment.
Private Points had no direct effect on our Class Points. The fact that all of our
classmates would get 10,000 Private Points by voting in favor was a simple
benefit. And, by voting in favor, we were losing only five Class Points. But still,
five Class Points was five Class Points. In that case, I supposed I needed to
consider how someone would think about this, in terms of human nature.
It wasn't a question of whether gaining 10,000 Private Points or not losing five
Class Points was the better option. The real question was actually the opposite:
could we make either of these choices without regretting it later? I decided to
press For, which was likely going to be the less popular option, to see what the
results would be. I figured it wasn't the best idea to be unanimous the first time
around. The tallying must have been complete shortly afterward because
Chabashira looked up from the tablet in her hands.
"All right. Now that you've all finished voting, I'd like to go ahead and show
you the results immediately."
And with that, the tally was displayed up on the monitor.
Round 1 Voting Results: For: 3 Votes, Against: 36 Votes
I knew that there would be more votes against, but it was an even wider
margin than I had expected.
"H-hey, um? Wouldn't we get more going with the 10,000 Private Points than
we'd get from five Class Points?" said Ike, puzzled. He looked around at his
classmates. "We'd only get a few Private Points from those, right? Or did I mess
up my math? Why'd so many people vote against?"
Judging from that comment, I could assume that Ike had also voted in favor.
"If we're only talking about the number of Private Points we're getting, then
yes, it's true that we'd get more Private Points by going with the 10,000
option," said Horikita. "But Class Points are essential if we're going to aim for
Class A. If it's only a difference of a thousand points, then why would we
deliberately reduce our precious Class Points? There'd be no need to do that."
She must have voted against, and she offered a theoretical explanation for
her choice.
"In the unlikely event that those five Class Points end up spelling the
difference between winning and losing, then I certainly couldn't help but regret
our choice if we gave them up," she added.
Just as I thought, many students were naturally worried about the risks in the
unlikely event something happened. I also couldn't forget that the other three
classes were also going to be voting on these same issues. If the other three
classes voted unanimously to keep the Class Points and we didn't, then that
meant this class would be the only one falling a step behind. I supposed it
would be a different story if we could make effective use of the 10,000 Private
Points gained, though.
"I'm sure that you all have your own thoughts on how this went, but please,
listen," Chabashira told us. "We will be doing the vote over again because while
there were overwhelmingly more votes opposed, the result was not
unanimous. In the actual special exam, there will be a fixed ten-minute interval
before the next vote. During that time, you are allowed to converse freely, and
at times, you could even be permitted to get up from your seats and exchange
opinions. But for the time being, we're going to skip that part. Let's commence
the voting once again."
The purpose of the test was to come to a unanimous decision. If we didn't
reach one, then the results of the vote would be invalidated, and there would
be a mandatory ten-minute interval before the next vote. Even if we came to a
consensus quickly, that would still be a significant amount of lost time. It was
safe to assume that there was probably some kind of time limit somewhere,
considering the structure of this special exam. It was possible we could run out
of time if we continuously failed to reach a unanimous decision…
So, for our second vote, what we should do is vote Against without thinking
too deeply on the issue. If we voted that way, we could steer things toward
unanimity. That was precisely why I decided to vote For again this time, for the
second vote. I thought that by doing so, my classmates would gain a better
understanding of this special exam.
Round 2 Voting Results: For: 2 Votes, Against: 37 Votes
"H-hey, what?" shouted Sudou. "Some of you seriously voted For even after
what we just talked about?!"
"I'm sorry," said Horikita. "I'm one of the people who voted For, Sudou-kun. I
deliberately chose to avoid letting it get to a unanimous decision. Apparently,
there was someone else here who had the same idea I did… Hm."
Though she didn't turn to look at me, she might have been referring to me
when she said that.
"And here we have the results of the second round of voting," Chabashira
said. "Almost everyone voted Against, but there were still two votes For. In this
instance, there would normally be another ten-minute interval before voting
resumed. This exam is designed so that voting periods and break intervals are
repeated over and over until you finally reach a unanimous decision, either with
thirty-nine votes For or thirty-nine votes Against. Of course, whatever choice
you make in these issues will actually be passed. In this particular case, if there
were thirty-nine votes For, you would all receive 10,000 Private Points, but you
would lose five Class Points. Conversely, if all thirty-nine of you voted Against,
then the issue would be rendered null and void. Nothing would happen."
Meaning, in other words, that no one would gain or lose any points, and this
issue would be over.
"Although you didn't reach a unanimous decision, in the interest of saving
time, I'm going to have you move onto the next example issue."
EXAMPLE ISSUE: Grant 1 million Private Points to one person in class.
(If the vote is unanimously in favor of the issue, a student will be selected to
receive the points, and another vote will be held on that issue.)
CHOICES: For, Against