Episode 11: Misaki and the power of――, do you desire it?
“Everyoneeee! Thank youuuu〜!”
☆・:゜*Ooooohヾ(o´∀｀o)ノoooooH*゜:・☆
Amidst loud cheers, the school’s chime rang which tells everyone that it’s now four o’clock in the afternoon. Hearing the chime, the upper grade students who were waiting for their club activities time hurriedly left the concert site one after another. Rumi sent them a goodbye “Please come again rumin☆”.
A mini live once a week after school. This had become a regular event for the first year classroom students. This rumor spreads far and wide throughout the school, it’s so popular that even students from another class come here as well.
From May onward the first year students had to take classes continuously starting in the morning and ended in the afternoon with lunch break in the middle, and now that the Golden Week has ended, there’re no either higher grade students or teachers with free time on their hands to lead the first year leaving-school group anymore.
Evenso although the first year students whose home are faraway from school will have their parents picked them up on the halfway point, but most of the first year students go home together in a group with at least two or more people. There’re no cruel instructions such as ‘Okaーy please form a pairー‘ or the like, they simply just formed a group based on how close their homes are. There had never been any problems using this system so far so Kazaoka Minami elementary school used this system every year.
“Thanks for the wait〜”
After all the fans had left, Rumi runs up to the two who were waiting for her with a satisfied expression.
“Rumimin!”
“Rummimi〜n☆”
While Yui and Rumi are exchanging weird greetings, Misaki is tidying up her desk, putting things into her bag and stand up from her seat. Seeing this, Rumi also quickly put her idol goods into her handbag as well. On the other hand, Yui who already finished tidying her things up only has to put her bag over her shoulder.
Yui and Misaki are in the same leaving-school group is a matter of course, and coincidentally Rumi’s home is located on the two’s way on their home, so the three of them are in the same group.
It takes about twenty minutes to reach Rumi’s home. And another ten minutes for the two to reach their homes. The reason that it takes this long is more due to their walking speed rather than the distance to their home. Surely when they become sixth graders, the time it takes them to commute to school would probably be cut in half.
“It’s a big success this week too!”
Immediately after exiting the game, Yui said to Rumi in a high-pitched voice. Rumi responded to Yui by doing a victory pose, saying “Rumimin☆”. While Yui’s clapping, she noticed that Misaki who’s ahead of her is looking up in the sky absentmindedly.
“Misaki, are you going to write the lyric today too?”
“……Un.”
Since they’ve been going home together everyday, the three knew each other very well.
Rumi walks backward to the front of the two, swaying her backpack before speaking.
“Rumimin☆ I’m going to help you too!”
Misaki nodded.
Since she doesn’t know a lot about writing lyrics, any help is welcome.
“You know, you have to put in your feelings in your lyrics!”
“Feelings?”
“Right!”
Raising her index finger up, Rumi starts talking happily about lyrics theory. Misaki listen to her earnestly, but she still can’t understand it completely. Yui rumimin☆-ing while the two are talking.
“……Hard.”
“That’s not true at all!”
Rumi spread her arms wide, spinning behind Misaki.
“You just had to let your thoughts go along with the song!”
“Thoughts?”
“Right!”
Misaki stopped walking, slowly closing her eyes.
She wondered what she’s thinking right now.
She’s planning the surprise party because she wants Ryo-kun to be happy. It’s all thanks to Ryo-kun that Misaki has these many happy memories, so she wants Ryo-kun to be as happy as her as well.
However to turn those thoughts into a song is difficult. The words simply won’t come out.
“Rumi-chan, thoughts, what?”
“Top idol!”
She asked Rumi what kind of thoughts did she had when making her song’s lyrics, in which Rumi instantly answered.
“To make everyone smile, I have to be famous!”
“Famous?”
“Right! I’m going to make everyone in Japan smile! Rumimin☆”
She doesn’t quite get what Rumi said, but Misaki thought that it fits quite well with Ryo-kun. And although she doesn’t know why she thought so, but for some reason that’s what her heart tells her.
And next to her is Yui clapping and saying “So cool!!”
“……Unー”
Misaki’s in deep thought while her face is straight.
Rumi pushes Misaki’s back while saying “March on!”
And in that moment.
“――The power, do you desire it?”
Suddenly a voice comes from behind the three, in which all of them instantaneously turned around.
And there is a boy carrying his backpack on his back―― Souma-kun from the same class standing there.
“……Stalker?”
Rumi hides behind Misaki’s back, speaking as if she’s seeing a real suspicious person.
“Hmph, such nonsenses you’re spouting.”
For some reason Souma lowers his backpack to the ground, taking a step closer to Misaki.
“The art of listening to the voice from your very soul, you wish to know the secrets to that art am I correct my fellow humanoid being?”
Souma remarks insultingly not only with vocabulary range that you wouldn’t think he’s an elementary schooler, but also his superb linguistic ability that is not very first graders-like as well. Rumi doesn’t understand what he said at all so she pulled on Misaki’s cloth, telling her to ignore him because he’s creepy, however Misaki and Yui understood that he’s saying that he’s going to help them writing the lyrics.
“You know?”
You know how to write lyrics? Said Misaki.
“Naturally.”
Rumi’s eyes rounded up in surprise when she saw that they’re properly having a conversation.
Eh, is that really Japanese just now?
“Chant.”
“Mumumu?”
What? Thought Yui as she narrowed her eyes.
Seeing such reaction made Souma nodded heavily, he then proceeds to take out children’s smartphone from his pocket.
“Ahー! That’s no goodー! You’re holding a smartphoneー!”
Rumi immediately points it out.
Souma unconcernedly operates his smartphone before slowly opening his mouth.
“……In my hand is nothing but a box. Opening it is impossible and closing it is unthinkable. But once the light is on, the lighting wraps around it and melted into the air. Connect, connect, connect unto me my servant. I shall sing the poem starts with zero surround by nines followed by the verse of four. Summonning spell―― Mom!”
Brrrrrrt.
Brrrrrrrrrt.
“Hello mom? How do you write lyrics?”
『I’m sorry Sou-chan, mom’s a bit busy right now so call me later.』
“Eh? Ah, okaーy.”
……
……
……
“……Luck be upon your battle.”
Souma hurriedly pick his backpack up and walked away.
“……Why did he even come here?”
“I don’t know.”
Rumi said with a stern expression, Yui responded with a small nod.
Next to them is Misaki who’s thinking about what he just said.
Does he mean that I should rely on adults?
When thinking about adults that she can relied on, the first person that comes to her mind is Ryo-kun. However this time she had to keep it a secret from him.
Which means, the next person that comes to her mind is―
Episode 11: Misaki and the power of――, do you desire it?
“Everyoneeee! Thank youuuu〜!”
☆・:゜*Ooooohヾ(o´∀｀o)ノoooooH*゜:・☆
Amidst loud cheers, the school’s chime rang which tells everyone that it’s now four o’clock in the afternoon. Hearing the chime, the upper grade students who were waiting for their club activities time hurriedly left the concert site one after another. Rumi sent them a goodbye “Please come again rumin☆”.
A mini live once a week after school. This had become a regular event for the first year classroom students. This rumor spreads far and wide throughout the school, it’s so popular that even students from another class come here as well.
From May onward the first year students had to take classes continuously starting in the morning and ended in the afternoon with lunch break in the middle, and now that the Golden Week has ended, there’re no either higher grade students or teachers with free time on their hands to lead the first year leaving-school group anymore.
Evenso although the first year students whose home are faraway from school will have their parents picked them up on the halfway point, but most of the first year students go home together in a group with at least two or more people. There’re no cruel instructions such as ‘Okaーy please form a pairー‘ or the like, they simply just formed a group based on how close their homes are. There had never been any problems using this system so far so Kazaoka Minami elementary school used this system every year.
“Thanks for the wait〜”
After all the fans had left, Rumi runs up to the two who were waiting for her with a satisfied expression.
“Rumimin!”
“Rummimi〜n☆”
While Yui and Rumi are exchanging weird greetings, Misaki is tidying up her desk, putting things into her bag and stand up from her seat. Seeing this, Rumi also quickly put her idol goods into her handbag as well. On the other hand, Yui who already finished tidying her things up only has to put her bag over her shoulder.
Yui and Misaki are in the same leaving-school group is a matter of course, and coincidentally Rumi’s home is located on the two’s way on their home, so the three of them are in the same group.
It takes about twenty minutes to reach Rumi’s home. And another ten minutes for the two to reach their homes. The reason that it takes this long is more due to their walking speed rather than the distance to their home. Surely when they become sixth graders, the time it takes them to commute to school would probably be cut in half.
“It’s a big success this week too!”
Immediately after exiting the game, Yui said to Rumi in a high-pitched voice. Rumi responded to Yui by doing a victory pose, saying “Rumimin☆”. While Yui’s clapping, she noticed that Misaki who’s ahead of her is looking up in the sky absentmindedly.
“Misaki, are you going to write the lyric today too?”
“……Un.”
Since they’ve been going home together everyday, the three knew each other very well.
Rumi walks backward to the front of the two, swaying her backpack before speaking.
“Rumimin☆ I’m going to help you too!”
Misaki nodded.
Since she doesn’t know a lot about writing lyrics, any help is welcome.
“You know, you have to put in your feelings in your lyrics!”
“Feelings?”
“Right!”
Raising her index finger up, Rumi starts talking happily about lyrics theory. Misaki listen to her earnestly, but she still can’t understand it completely. Yui rumimin☆-ing while the two are talking.
“……Hard.”
“That’s not true at all!”
Rumi spread her arms wide, spinning behind Misaki.
“You just had to let your thoughts go along with the song!”
“Thoughts?”
“Right!”
Misaki stopped walking, slowly closing her eyes.
She wondered what she’s thinking right now.
She’s planning the surprise party because she wants Ryo-kun to be happy. It’s all thanks to Ryo-kun that Misaki has these many happy memories, so she wants Ryo-kun to be as happy as her as well.
However to turn those thoughts into a song is difficult. The words simply won’t come out.
“Rumi-chan, thoughts, what?”
“Top idol!”
She asked Rumi what kind of thoughts did she had when making her song’s lyrics, in which Rumi instantly answered.
“To make everyone smile, I have to be famous!”
“Famous?”
“Right! I’m going to make everyone in Japan smile! Rumimin☆”
She doesn’t quite get what Rumi said, but Misaki thought that it fits quite well with Ryo-kun. And although she doesn’t know why she thought so, but for some reason that’s what her heart tells her.
And next to her is Yui clapping and saying “So cool!!”
“……Unー”
Misaki’s in deep thought while her face is straight.
Rumi pushes Misaki’s back while saying “March on!”
And in that moment.
“――The power, do you desire it?”
Suddenly a voice comes from behind the three, in which all of them instantaneously turned around.
And there is a boy carrying his backpack on his back―― Souma-kun from the same class standing there.
“……Stalker?”
Rumi hides behind Misaki’s back, speaking as if she’s seeing a real suspicious person.
“Hmph, such nonsenses you’re spouting.”
For some reason Souma lowers his backpack to the ground, taking a step closer to Misaki.
“The art of listening to the voice from your very soul, you wish to know the secrets to that art am I correct my fellow humanoid being?”
Souma remarks insultingly not only with vocabulary range that you wouldn’t think he’s an elementary schooler, but also his superb linguistic ability that is not very first graders-like as well. Rumi doesn’t understand what he said at all so she pulled on Misaki’s cloth, telling her to ignore him because he’s creepy, however Misaki and Yui understood that he’s saying that he’s going to help them writing the lyrics.
“You know?”
You know how to write lyrics? Said Misaki.
“Naturally.”
Rumi’s eyes rounded up in surprise when she saw that they’re properly having a conversation.
Eh, is that really Japanese just now?
“Chant.”
“Mumumu?”
What? Thought Yui as she narrowed her eyes.
Seeing such reaction made Souma nodded heavily, he then proceeds to take out children’s smartphone from his pocket.
“Ahー! That’s no goodー! You’re holding a smartphoneー!”
Rumi immediately points it out.
Souma unconcernedly operates his smartphone before slowly opening his mouth.
“……In my hand is nothing but a box. Opening it is impossible and closing it is unthinkable. But once the light is on, the lighting wraps around it and melted into the air. Connect, connect, connect unto me my servant. I shall sing the poem starts with zero surround by nines followed by the verse of four. Summonning spell―― Mom!”
Brrrrrrt.
Brrrrrrrrrt.
“Hello mom? How do you write lyrics?”
『I’m sorry Sou-chan, mom’s a bit busy right now so call me later.』
“Eh? Ah, okaーy.”
……
……
……
“……Luck be upon your battle.”
Souma hurriedly pick his backpack up and walked away.
“……Why did he even come here?”
“I don’t know.”
Rumi said with a stern expression, Yui responded with a small nod.
Next to them is Misaki who’s thinking about what he just said.
Does he mean that I should rely on adults?
When thinking about adults that she can relied on, the first person that comes to her mind is Ryo-kun. However this time she had to keep it a secret from him.
Which means, the next person that comes to her mind is―
