Chapter 2: Ever-changing Daily Lives
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 37: Papparapā Begins with Food
(T/N: パッパラパー Papparapā is a real-life Japanese nonsense word used many times in Dragon Ball, sort of something like a magic incantation like the Western abracadabra, hocus-pocus and alakazam. In everyday life, Japanese usually say it when something was indescribable. It means nonsense or stupid, depends on the situation. [Source: dragon3069.rssing.com and lang-8.com])
It’s time for dinner, and we gathered in the dining hall.
The meal is buffet style. It’s a nice system where you can eat as much as you like.
Fried chicken, grilled mackerel, curry and rice….
As I was taking advantage of the system and piling up my plate full of my favorite dishes, an arm stretched out from the side and a salad was served in the empty space.
“Yori. Yori, make sure you eat your vegetables.”
“Hey! Stop that Cheena!”
While complaining about Cheena serving vegetables on my tray, the two of us headed for the table.
It’s not that I don’t like vegetables, but it’s the nature of growing up to avoid them before you know it.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. Did you enjoy skydiving?”
“You enjoyed it anyway. Iori is a jumping idiot.”
“I had fun. I got to see Shiori’s disappointed face.”
Akimoto and Soji, who had already taken their seats, called out to me, so I sat down in front of them, next to Cheena, and said something back.
“By the way, you two are going to watch the stars later, right?”
At this point, Soji raised his voice a little louder and asked.
“Yes, we are.”
I replied, raising my voice as well.
It was more than loud enough for this distance, but not unnaturally so.
We continued our conversation, a little louder than usual for us.
“If you’re going to see it together, you need to avoid being seen on the way there and back, or you’ll start rumors.”
“Yeah, right. Is there a better route?”
“In that case, there’s a narrow path behind the second field. No one will pass that way.”
Astronomical observation only requires an arrival report upon arrival at the site, so it doesn’t matter who you work with on the way to and from the site or on the observation.
There is no need to gather in a large group, and each of us will be looking at the stars in a large area.
Therefore, if we were careful, we could spend the entire event from start to finish without being seen by anyone other than the teachers.
Perhaps the teachers are helping the couples to make memories.
I’m not sure if I’m being indelicate, or if I’m just being flippant.
“Okay, let’s go from the back of the second field. Cheena.”
“That’s right. Let’s do that.”
After daring to agree with Cheena in Japanese, we started eating.
This restaurant is delicious. It would be a loss if I didn’t eat a lot.
When Akimoto saw that I was eating a lot of food, she spoke to me happily.
“Kagami-kun, you eat well. Finally, you are eating well for a child who is growing up. Keep working on your muscles.”
“After the vegetable mother, the protein mother?”
“Then maybe the other five macronutrients will appear. By the way, protein is the strongest of the Five Heavenly Kings.”
Only your fists are the strongest.
No, then Miyamoto is the mineral mother. Take your calcium! I think she’s going to say something like that.
“Oh, it’s Big Iori! Can I come with you?” (T/N: She’s talking about Iori as a big person during the skydiving.)
“Seriously, Mom, you’re here.”
“What? Did I give birth to Iori?”
Eventually, Miyamoto joined us and we started to eat together.
Until a few months ago, I couldn’t imagine having such a lively meal with my friends.
Maybe I’m slowly starting to come of age.
(T/N: Vegetable mother is Cheena because she puts salad on Iori’s plate. Akimoto is the protein mother because she said to Iori to work on his muscles which you can get through eating meat. And Miyamoto is the protein mother because she said to Iori to take his calcium aka drink milk (or other).)
Night.
We secretly meet near the girls’ cottage, and Cheena and I climb up the mountain together.
Our goal, of course, is to observe the stars. We walked side by side along the path at night.
As Soji had said, there were very few people on this path. I really wonder where he gets this kind of information from.
The road was very dark, with only a few small streetlights.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I was attacked on this road.
As I was walking along thinking about this, Cheena naturally held my hand.
I was somewhat prepared for this, so I grabbed her hand without any surprise and continued walking.
The environment of the dark autumn night street was strangely reminiscent of the calm before a storm.
The trees rustled, and the barely visible light of the next streetlight was eerie.
Then, halfway along the path, I saw a lone streetlight.
The time had finally come.
“Hey, wait, Kagami!”
A voice called out, and five men came out of the darkness and lined up to block the way.
One of them was Sasaki, another one was Ishida. The other three were members of the Shiori fan club, I think.
And all five of them had some kind of weapon in their hands, like iron pipes or bats.
All of them were already covered in blood glued to their hands.
They must have brought them in during the costume contest.
So they came with not only the numbers but also the weapons to beat me up. So they made the costume competition their camouflage.
This is a little… unexpected.
As I thought about this, I reached into my pants pocket.
There is a voice recorder in there. It’s something I carry around with me at all times in order to zabaniyah Shiori and my mother.
(T/N: Zabaniyah from Islam, are the forces of h**l who torments the sinners, also called as Angels of punishment or Guardians of H**l. [Source: Wikipedia]
Iori means that he will use that voice recorder to punish his sister and mother for treating him bad. )
I groped for it and turned it on.
It’s obvious what they’re up to. But I dared to ask in an explanatory tone to record the information.
“What’s up with Sasaki, Ishida, and the others? What’s wrong with you?”
Hearing this, Ishida opened his mouth.
“What’s wrong? Well, put your hand on your chest and think about it.”
“I don’t get it. Don’t stare at me with such a scary face.”
“Even you are no match for us with our weapons. You’re going to pay me back for what you did to me!”
“Wait, wait, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I let Cheena go and get down while I was recording our conversation.
Cheena is a little frightened, but she is not panicking.
I’ve shown her the possibility of this happening beforehand.
At this point, Sasaki, who had been listening quietly, also spoke up.
“Kagami, I can’t allow you to be next to Chris! Even if I can’t, you’re the only one I can’t tolerate!”
He’s declaring he’s not acceptable.
You’re a stable, puffed-up person,
“All five of us here have something against you. Record that voice recorder or whatever you want! I’m going to hurt you so bad you’ll never recover, and then I’m going to destroy that too, so you’ll never wrong us again!”
Oh, you noticed the thing in my pocket (the voice recorder)? I didn’t expect this either.
Is it someone else’s plan?
They will beat me up, take the recorder, then throw it back in the mountain.
Then, later, they will rescue me from the cliff for some random reason.
In addition to that, the blood on the blunt instrument was disguised as a masquerade…
I see. That’s your scenario, Shiori.
In other words, if I can keep the evidence, I win.
The five rioters are closing in on me with their weapons.
Now, here’s the real deal.
Chapter 2: Ever-changing Daily Lives
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 37: Papparapā Begins with Food
(T/N: パッパラパー Papparapā is a real-life Japanese nonsense word used many times in Dragon Ball, sort of something like a magic incantation like the Western abracadabra, hocus-pocus and alakazam. In everyday life, Japanese usually say it when something was indescribable. It means nonsense or stupid, depends on the situation. [Source: dragon3069.rssing.com and lang-8.com])
It’s time for dinner, and we gathered in the dining hall.
The meal is buffet style. It’s a nice system where you can eat as much as you like.
Fried chicken, grilled mackerel, curry and rice….
As I was taking advantage of the system and piling up my plate full of my favorite dishes, an arm stretched out from the side and a salad was served in the empty space.
“Yori. Yori, make sure you eat your vegetables.”
“Hey! Stop that Cheena!”
While complaining about Cheena serving vegetables on my tray, the two of us headed for the table.
It’s not that I don’t like vegetables, but it’s the nature of growing up to avoid them before you know it.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. Did you enjoy skydiving?”
“You enjoyed it anyway. Iori is a jumping idiot.”
“I had fun. I got to see Shiori’s disappointed face.”
Akimoto and Soji, who had already taken their seats, called out to me, so I sat down in front of them, next to Cheena, and said something back.
“By the way, you two are going to watch the stars later, right?”
At this point, Soji raised his voice a little louder and asked.
“Yes, we are.”
I replied, raising my voice as well.
It was more than loud enough for this distance, but not unnaturally so.
We continued our conversation, a little louder than usual for us.
“If you’re going to see it together, you need to avoid being seen on the way there and back, or you’ll start rumors.”
“Yeah, right. Is there a better route?”
“In that case, there’s a narrow path behind the second field. No one will pass that way.”
Astronomical observation only requires an arrival report upon arrival at the site, so it doesn’t matter who you work with on the way to and from the site or on the observation.
There is no need to gather in a large group, and each of us will be looking at the stars in a large area.
Therefore, if we were careful, we could spend the entire event from start to finish without being seen by anyone other than the teachers.
Perhaps the teachers are helping the couples to make memories.
I’m not sure if I’m being indelicate, or if I’m just being flippant.
“Okay, let’s go from the back of the second field. Cheena.”
“That’s right. Let’s do that.”
After daring to agree with Cheena in Japanese, we started eating.
This restaurant is delicious. It would be a loss if I didn’t eat a lot.
When Akimoto saw that I was eating a lot of food, she spoke to me happily.
“Kagami-kun, you eat well. Finally, you are eating well for a child who is growing up. Keep working on your muscles.”
“After the vegetable mother, the protein mother?”
“Then maybe the other five macronutrients will appear. By the way, protein is the strongest of the Five Heavenly Kings.”
Only your fists are the strongest.
No, then Miyamoto is the mineral mother. Take your calcium! I think she’s going to say something like that.
“Oh, it’s Big Iori! Can I come with you?” (T/N: She’s talking about Iori as a big person during the skydiving.)
“Seriously, Mom, you’re here.”
“What? Did I give birth to Iori?”
Eventually, Miyamoto joined us and we started to eat together.
Until a few months ago, I couldn’t imagine having such a lively meal with my friends.
Maybe I’m slowly starting to come of age.
(T/N: Vegetable mother is Cheena because she puts salad on Iori’s plate. Akimoto is the protein mother because she said to Iori to work on his muscles which you can get through eating meat. And Miyamoto is the protein mother because she said to Iori to take his calcium aka drink milk (or other).)
Night.
We secretly meet near the girls’ cottage, and Cheena and I climb up the mountain together.
Our goal, of course, is to observe the stars. We walked side by side along the path at night.
As Soji had said, there were very few people on this path. I really wonder where he gets this kind of information from.
The road was very dark, with only a few small streetlights.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I was attacked on this road.
As I was walking along thinking about this, Cheena naturally held my hand.
I was somewhat prepared for this, so I grabbed her hand without any surprise and continued walking.
The environment of the dark autumn night street was strangely reminiscent of the calm before a storm.
The trees rustled, and the barely visible light of the next streetlight was eerie.
Then, halfway along the path, I saw a lone streetlight.
The time had finally come.
“Hey, wait, Kagami!”
A voice called out, and five men came out of the darkness and lined up to block the way.
One of them was Sasaki, another one was Ishida. The other three were members of the Shiori fan club, I think.
And all five of them had some kind of weapon in their hands, like iron pipes or bats.
All of them were already covered in blood glued to their hands.
They must have brought them in during the costume contest.
So they came with not only the numbers but also the weapons to beat me up. So they made the costume competition their camouflage.
This is a little… unexpected.
As I thought about this, I reached into my pants pocket.
There is a voice recorder in there. It’s something I carry around with me at all times in order to zabaniyah Shiori and my mother.
(T/N: Zabaniyah from Islam, are the forces of h**l who torments the sinners, also called as Angels of punishment or Guardians of H**l. [Source: Wikipedia]
Iori means that he will use that voice recorder to punish his sister and mother for treating him bad. )
I groped for it and turned it on.
It’s obvious what they’re up to. But I dared to ask in an explanatory tone to record the information.
“What’s up with Sasaki, Ishida, and the others? What’s wrong with you?”
Hearing this, Ishida opened his mouth.
“What’s wrong? Well, put your hand on your chest and think about it.”
“I don’t get it. Don’t stare at me with such a scary face.”
“Even you are no match for us with our weapons. You’re going to pay me back for what you did to me!”
“Wait, wait, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I let Cheena go and get down while I was recording our conversation.
Cheena is a little frightened, but she is not panicking.
I’ve shown her the possibility of this happening beforehand.
At this point, Sasaki, who had been listening quietly, also spoke up.
“Kagami, I can’t allow you to be next to Chris! Even if I can’t, you’re the only one I can’t tolerate!”
He’s declaring he’s not acceptable.
You’re a stable, puffed-up person,
“All five of us here have something against you. Record that voice recorder or whatever you want! I’m going to hurt you so bad you’ll never recover, and then I’m going to destroy that too, so you’ll never wrong us again!”
Oh, you noticed the thing in my pocket (the voice recorder)? I didn’t expect this either.
Is it someone else’s plan?
They will beat me up, take the recorder, then throw it back in the mountain.
Then, later, they will rescue me from the cliff for some random reason.
In addition to that, the blood on the blunt instrument was disguised as a masquerade…
I see. That’s your scenario, Shiori.
In other words, if I can keep the evidence, I win.
The five rioters are closing in on me with their weapons.
Now, here’s the real deal.
