Chapter 1: Nice to meet you
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 2: Frustrated by false charges
Let’s talk about the day I met Christina.
4 days before going back. First day of school.
Friday.
For some reason, I got slammed by my twin sister, Shiori, they were treating me like I was some sort of villain
Some of them are the girls who act like bodyguards of Shiori, and the boys that are the members of her fan club.
Those guys who were in normal contact with me have recently begun to avoid me because of their influence.
Well, let’s talk more about what happened.
On that day as well, I started packing my things up as soon as school was over, and I was about to go home.
It was only the opening ceremony and cleaning today, so the class will be disbanded early at noon.
My other classmates are also pondering, immersed in the joy of being able to return early.
“Where is kagami?”
There, several girls from other classes visited our classroom.
It seems that they are looking for me, but what is it for?
No, I feel like I can predict something.
“If it’s kagami, he’s over there.”
It was the handsome guy in the class who responded to that.
He speaks calmly, a boy of justice, and has an aura that he will definitely become a hero if he is summoned to another world.
Well, that sense of justice seems to be my own measuring rod standard, but … well, let’s leave it for now.
The girls who visited thanked the handsome guy and approached me around my desk.
I dare to pretend to not notice them and never stop stuffing my bag.
It’s annoying to react.
Anyway, it’s probably the girls who pretended to be Shiori’s guards.
I don’t even know atleast one of them and their names.
Anyway, “she” probably leaked my little words again, and exaggerated that too.
These guys seem to follow Shiori in the name of protecting her from the poisonous fangs of boys, but from my point of view, they are a group of computationally expensive female foxes who play good friends.
I’m not free enough to take care of them.
I have a part-time job.
“Hey! Kagami-kun!”
One Guard member slapped my desk and shouted at me.
(T/N: For clarification, the Guard which Iori is talking about were the group of girls who surrounds Shiori. So from now on, I will just call them Guards.)
A bang is heard, and about half of the people in the classroom pay attention to us.
Although I think it’s annoying, I don’t have the merit of making my image worse, so I return the words as gently as possible.
Yes, like the handsome guy from earlier.
“Ah?”
It was impossible!
I’ve become terrible! I’m too honest with my heart!
The unexpectedly high-pressure attitude has made the girls of the Guard slightly take a step back.
Well, I’d say it myself, but I’m a decently thin macho.
I think it’s pretty powerful.
“Oh, you …!”
Even so, when I managed to recover and show it terrifyingly, the leader-like guy standing in front of me opened his mouth, as if it were the Guard.
“You seemed to have peeped at Shiori changing clothes in the bath again!? Don’t bother her! Have you ever thought of her feelings?”
When I started talking, I heard that he was screaming, and he gradually made a loud voice and said something outrageous.
Shiori is from another class, but because of these things, the evaluation of my classmates in me is gradually decreasing. Did you really think about my feelings every time?!
That said, I’m completely innocent of this, so I can argue. Objection! I chanted with my heart and opened my mouth.
“The last time I did that was when I was in 6th grade. No such event happened after that. And I think that girl who didn’t notice the knock and forgot to lock it is pretty bad. But-”
“Telling me a lie!” she said. “You’ve been doing it since you were in 6th grade? Anyway, the secret is on the keys!”
The women of the Guards denied.
I saw the girls with me nodding very small.
Blind believers huh…, I’m poisoned in my heart.
These guys swallow Shiori’s words exactly as they are.
I guess they’ll make me a bad guy unless they find conclusive evidence.
Shiori’s bias is really scary.
If so, I’ll give you some evidence.
“Well, even if I just forgot, I’m sure I haven’t done it at least since I entered high school. See this.”
That said, what I took out was the large two-wheeled motor vehicle license I got last year (recently I got a large one at the age of 16), and the back … I’ll show you the column for my current address.
“Now I live alone and I don’t live with Shiori. You know about Shiori’s house, right?”
You may not remember the exact address, but if you call yourself the Guard, you should know the general location of Shiori’s house.
The place where I live now and Shiori’s house … I’m not so far away from my parents’ house, but the last district is different.
If you look at this, you will understand my innocence.
“Because we don’t live together, I can’t make a mistake. Do you even understand this?”
I dare to point out the facts a little loudly so that they can hear me clearly.
If this is not done, misunderstandings will spread as misunderstandings, starting with the classmates who are listening around.
I hope the Guards will agree with this …
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
The way home for the day.
I rode the bike that is parked at the school bicycle parking lot and run down the road to my home. I’m riding a KLR650.(E/N: A dual-sport motorcycle intended for both on-road and off-road riding from kawasaki, it was discontinued two years ago. )
Originally it was a US military reconnaissance motorcycle, but when it became a private surplus machine, it was handed over.
The feeling of cutting through the wind is comfortable under the scorching sun.
After that, the Guards were still somewhat tenacious trying to make me a sinner somehow.
That’s always the case, but can you listen to my words for a moment?
If it was left as it was, it will sharpen and be a word of mouth, so I shut it down and went home.
I really wanted to go to another high school without Shiori. It was impossible due to various circumstances.
While thinking about that, I arrived at the entrance of the US Navy base in Japan.
Since I entered high school, I have been working part-time as a live-in interpreter here.
Originally, it is impossible for ordinary high school students to interpret in the US military, but I have been interacting with military personnel here for a long time, and I was specially recognized because I was fluent in languages from an early age.
The regular interpreter is free until 17:00, so I can move outside that time, which is unexpectedly useful.
(T/N: 17:00 here is in 24-hour format, so if you converted it using the 12-hour format, the time is 5:00 in the afternoon.)
I live in a rented apartment for soldiers, thanks to the convenience of a senior person who knows my family situation. It seems that the name they gave to me is “securing an interpreter in case of an emergency”.
After passing through the white iron gate at the front entrance of the base, there is a guard house like the one at the entrance of the highway.
In front of that, when I stopped the motorcycle and tried to show the entrance permit, the usual guards who were familiar with me appeared.
“Oi Yori, wasn’t it a little late for the opening ceremony?”
“I got entangled with someone from a different class.”
A male security guard who speaks casually in Japanese.
Even though it is a US military base, there are many Japanese here such as security guards, interpreters, and cleaners.
I am one of them.
By the way … the guard’s old man continued to look a little serious, perhaps because he had something to do.
“It’s my job today, but I don’t have an interpreter in particular, so please go to Lake-san instead.”
“Where is Angie? Why?”
The Lake he says is probably Angelina Lake.
It is unusual for her, who always travels abroad for work, to return to Japan.
But what do you do for me?
The old man answers my question with a twist of his neck.
“I don’t know, but I heard that there are people who wants to meet you.”
I felt that it would be very important.
A/N: It is possible for a military vehicle to be sold to the private sector and owned by the general public.
Regarding the depiction of the US military base, I am struggling to describe it as true as possible, but there is little information …
I’m trying my best, but I’m imagining what I don’t understand.
Chapter 1: Nice to meet you
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 2: Frustrated by false charges
Let’s talk about the day I met Christina.
4 days before going back. First day of school.
Friday.
For some reason, I got slammed by my twin sister, Shiori, they were treating me like I was some sort of villain
Some of them are the girls who act like bodyguards of Shiori, and the boys that are the members of her fan club.
Those guys who were in normal contact with me have recently begun to avoid me because of their influence.
Well, let’s talk more about what happened.
On that day as well, I started packing my things up as soon as school was over, and I was about to go home.
It was only the opening ceremony and cleaning today, so the class will be disbanded early at noon.
My other classmates are also pondering, immersed in the joy of being able to return early.
“Where is kagami?”
There, several girls from other classes visited our classroom.
It seems that they are looking for me, but what is it for?
No, I feel like I can predict something.
“If it’s kagami, he’s over there.”
It was the handsome guy in the class who responded to that.
He speaks calmly, a boy of justice, and has an aura that he will definitely become a hero if he is summoned to another world.
Well, that sense of justice seems to be my own measuring rod standard, but … well, let’s leave it for now.
The girls who visited thanked the handsome guy and approached me around my desk.
I dare to pretend to not notice them and never stop stuffing my bag.
It’s annoying to react.
Anyway, it’s probably the girls who pretended to be Shiori’s guards.
I don’t even know atleast one of them and their names.
Anyway, “she” probably leaked my little words again, and exaggerated that too.
These guys seem to follow Shiori in the name of protecting her from the poisonous fangs of boys, but from my point of view, they are a group of computationally expensive female foxes who play good friends.
I’m not free enough to take care of them.
I have a part-time job.
“Hey! Kagami-kun!”
One Guard member slapped my desk and shouted at me.
(T/N: For clarification, the Guard which Iori is talking about were the group of girls who surrounds Shiori. So from now on, I will just call them Guards.)
A bang is heard, and about half of the people in the classroom pay attention to us.
Although I think it’s annoying, I don’t have the merit of making my image worse, so I return the words as gently as possible.
Yes, like the handsome guy from earlier.
“Ah?”
It was impossible!
I’ve become terrible! I’m too honest with my heart!
The unexpectedly high-pressure attitude has made the girls of the Guard slightly take a step back.
Well, I’d say it myself, but I’m a decently thin macho.
I think it’s pretty powerful.
“Oh, you …!”
Even so, when I managed to recover and show it terrifyingly, the leader-like guy standing in front of me opened his mouth, as if it were the Guard.
“You seemed to have peeped at Shiori changing clothes in the bath again!? Don’t bother her! Have you ever thought of her feelings?”
When I started talking, I heard that he was screaming, and he gradually made a loud voice and said something outrageous.
Shiori is from another class, but because of these things, the evaluation of my classmates in me is gradually decreasing. Did you really think about my feelings every time?!
That said, I’m completely innocent of this, so I can argue. Objection! I chanted with my heart and opened my mouth.
“The last time I did that was when I was in 6th grade. No such event happened after that. And I think that girl who didn’t notice the knock and forgot to lock it is pretty bad. But-”
“Telling me a lie!” she said. “You’ve been doing it since you were in 6th grade? Anyway, the secret is on the keys!”
The women of the Guards denied.
I saw the girls with me nodding very small.
Blind believers huh…, I’m poisoned in my heart.
These guys swallow Shiori’s words exactly as they are.
I guess they’ll make me a bad guy unless they find conclusive evidence.
Shiori’s bias is really scary.
If so, I’ll give you some evidence.
“Well, even if I just forgot, I’m sure I haven’t done it at least since I entered high school. See this.”
That said, what I took out was the large two-wheeled motor vehicle license I got last year (recently I got a large one at the age of 16), and the back … I’ll show you the column for my current address.
“Now I live alone and I don’t live with Shiori. You know about Shiori’s house, right?”
You may not remember the exact address, but if you call yourself the Guard, you should know the general location of Shiori’s house.
The place where I live now and Shiori’s house … I’m not so far away from my parents’ house, but the last district is different.
If you look at this, you will understand my innocence.
“Because we don’t live together, I can’t make a mistake. Do you even understand this?”
I dare to point out the facts a little loudly so that they can hear me clearly.
If this is not done, misunderstandings will spread as misunderstandings, starting with the classmates who are listening around.
I hope the Guards will agree with this …
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
The way home for the day.
I rode the bike that is parked at the school bicycle parking lot and run down the road to my home. I’m riding a KLR650.(E/N: A dual-sport motorcycle intended for both on-road and off-road riding from kawasaki, it was discontinued two years ago. )
Originally it was a US military reconnaissance motorcycle, but when it became a private surplus machine, it was handed over.
The feeling of cutting through the wind is comfortable under the scorching sun.
After that, the Guards were still somewhat tenacious trying to make me a sinner somehow.
That’s always the case, but can you listen to my words for a moment?
If it was left as it was, it will sharpen and be a word of mouth, so I shut it down and went home.
I really wanted to go to another high school without Shiori. It was impossible due to various circumstances.
While thinking about that, I arrived at the entrance of the US Navy base in Japan.
Since I entered high school, I have been working part-time as a live-in interpreter here.
Originally, it is impossible for ordinary high school students to interpret in the US military, but I have been interacting with military personnel here for a long time, and I was specially recognized because I was fluent in languages from an early age.
The regular interpreter is free until 17:00, so I can move outside that time, which is unexpectedly useful.
(T/N: 17:00 here is in 24-hour format, so if you converted it using the 12-hour format, the time is 5:00 in the afternoon.)
I live in a rented apartment for soldiers, thanks to the convenience of a senior person who knows my family situation. It seems that the name they gave to me is “securing an interpreter in case of an emergency”.
After passing through the white iron gate at the front entrance of the base, there is a guard house like the one at the entrance of the highway.
In front of that, when I stopped the motorcycle and tried to show the entrance permit, the usual guards who were familiar with me appeared.
“Oi Yori, wasn’t it a little late for the opening ceremony?”
“I got entangled with someone from a different class.”
A male security guard who speaks casually in Japanese.
Even though it is a US military base, there are many Japanese here such as security guards, interpreters, and cleaners.
I am one of them.
By the way … the guard’s old man continued to look a little serious, perhaps because he had something to do.
“It’s my job today, but I don’t have an interpreter in particular, so please go to Lake-san instead.”
“Where is Angie? Why?”
The Lake he says is probably Angelina Lake.
It is unusual for her, who always travels abroad for work, to return to Japan.
But what do you do for me?
The old man answers my question with a twist of his neck.
“I don’t know, but I heard that there are people who wants to meet you.”
I felt that it would be very important.
A/N: It is possible for a military vehicle to be sold to the private sector and owned by the general public.
Regarding the depiction of the US military base, I am struggling to describe it as true as possible, but there is little information …
I’m trying my best, but I’m imagining what I don’t understand.
