Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You and Greetings
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 5: The Battle for Christina
Going back to the present day.
“Oh, come on, Cheena. I know they don’t understand Russian anyway, but that’s a terrible thing to say.”
The moment I call out to Cheena, a wave of murderous intent strikes me from every direction.
“Hey, why is that guy talking to Chris-chan? I mean, what’s he talking about?”
“Chris-chan, you’re in trouble!”
“Get your hands off my sister!”
I hear whispers like that coming from all over the place.
I guess they think I can’t hear them, but I’m sorry.
An interpreter’s ears can’t miss even the smallest insinuations.
They really don’t know what they’re doing, do they?
Don’t think that everyone is a communicative monster like you.
“I’m sorry, Yori. I keep telling them I don’t understand Japanese, but they don’t listen to me…”
“Oh, yeah. I understand. I know, I know, so calm down. They don’t mean to offend you either. …”
Yes, I mean no offense to these onlookers.
But that said, …
The fact that they don’t take it personally makes me even more angry. They’re just doing this for fun. The only way to make them understand is to beat them to a pulp.
I’m not going to forgive you, okay?
“Wait, wait, wait! You can’t do that! If Yori hits anyone, you’ll die!”
The situation changes, and Cheena’s voice sounds like she is repeatedly striking a bell, desperately trying to calm me down.
It’s just like a nice daily life. It feels heartwarming.
But … isn’t it fine?
Isn’t it about time these guys have to bleed a little?
As I am having this conversation at her, one of the people around me finally started yelling at me.
“Hey, Kagami! Don’t say something incomprehensible! Chris-chan, you’re in trouble!”
It was a male student from the Shiori fan club who made a complaint.
It’s really true that the fan club and the group of Shiori’s bodyguards don’t like me.
“You know, for all intents and purposes, I was the one having a normal conversation with her. From Cheena’s point of view, you’re the one who’s talking nonsense.”
“Of course not! And by ‘Cheena,’ do you mean Chris-chan? Don’t give her creepy nicknames without permission!”
The anger in my heart rises as I just heard him say something so selfish.
I could feel the blue streaks creeping up on my temples.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been this pissed off.
“Hey. You say you’re doing it for Cheena, but you’re doing it all to annoy her. If you really want to help her, speak Russian.”
Try to talk back to me! Come on! I want to scream at you! I’d like to go on a furious… rant, but I’ll hold back for now because if I take it even more seriously, Cheena might get in trouble later.
‘So what!’ When the guardsman raises his voice even more…
“Well, you two should calm down.”
Another male student …, a handsome man, stepped in. I was amazed thinking he knew what I meant.
As expected of a man of justice. You know what I’m talking about.
Now, please control these rampaging horses that I can’t control!
“Calm down, everyone. Kagami doesn’t mean to offend you.”
… I take back what I just said before. You totally don’t know what I’m talking about, you bird head.
“I know you want to talk to Chris, but you shouldn’t embarrass her. It’s her first day at the new school, so we should let her take her time.”
I said almost the same thing, though?
Why did you even interrupt me when you weren’t even listening to me, this ikemen (Footnote: A handsome man. Mostly used as an insult to get away just by looking handsome.) *sigh*…
I’m sure you were listening. I’m sure you heard what I said ,you just don’t understand it.
At any rate, I bite my lip and try to hold it in, because saying anything more would only make the situation worse.
But I’m still mad, so I bite down a little more.
I have to pull back. I have to back off here.
“That…I’m sorry. I’ll be careful from now on.”
I managed to hold back and spit out a few words of concession, but then a trickle of blood came out of the corner of my mouth.
Damn it, I bit too hard.
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
“Aaahhh!”
Baaaaaang!
At the same time as a roaring sound echoes through the gymnasium, a large man is slammed onto the competition tatami mats that had been laid out.
(T/N: A tatami (畳) is a type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms. Tatami are made in standard sizes, twice as long as wide, about 0.9 m by 1.8 m depending on the region. In martial arts, tatami are the floor used for training in a dojo and for competition. (Source: Wikipedia.org)
There were three pairs of two people on the tatami, a total of six people.
And surrounding the tatami are a dozen or so people watching.
All of them were dressed in military pants and wasabi colored shirts.
This is one of the training gymnasiums in the U.S. Navy in Japan, and they are currently training in martial arts.
The one who got slammed was one of the guys fighting on the tatami, and it was … me who threw him off.
“Oh! You’re even more enthusiastic than usual, Iori!”
One of the soldiers watching from outside the tatami mats called out to me in English with amusement.
“Well, i’m currently feeling very resentful..”
I replied in English and helped my partner to stand up, then walked out of the tatami mat to switch with the next pair.
Why am I participating in the military training?
Because my father, who once worked as an interpreter here, used to bring me here often when I was little.
I guess he didn’t want to leave me at home because he knew that if he left me alone, my mother would give me a hard time.
During my father’s work, when there was something I was not allowed to see, so the military personnel often took care of me while they were training, and gradually I began to participate in the training too.
Now, when I don’t have to work as an interpreter, I participate in training every day.
Of course, I don’t get to observe simulations of troop teamwork, etc., but mainly I just join in the training of individual skills and the physical training program.
Incidentally, for some reason, I am also paid by the hour for my training time.
According to the person in charge, knowing the daily training situation and communicating closely with the generals will lead to a smooth exchange of information when interpreting.
In short, I am being paid to the military for doing this.
For me, it’s so much fun to work as an interpreter while mixing in with the military training.
Be that as it may.
After all, it’s been a full day of everyone ganging up on Cheena at recess, and me defending her and getting hate from them.
It’s not that everyone dislikes me, and I’m sure there are some people who are also deeply offended by their unreasonableness, but the influence of the Shiori followers is strong, and they’re very critical of me.
It’s the same as always, and I thought I’d gotten used to it, but for some reason today I was really angry.
I already feel depressed about tomorrow.
Just then, a chime rings.It was time to end the training.
I still haven’t had enough fun yet, but I have no choice but to leave …
We all head to the shower room in the gym, looking exhausted.
On the way.
“Iori, we’re going to play basketball after dinner later today, you coming?”
Liam, the big guy who had just been my pair, suggests that I do so.
This is another usual thing.
Normally, I would go along with him, but today, …
“I have to teach Cheena Japanese, so I’ll have to decline for a while. Sorry.”
I have to decline.
Judging from the way she looked today, it was necessary to teach her at least some Japanese.
“Ah, the girl Angie took in. That’s tough. Make sure you protect her!”
“…I know.”
I replied to Liam’s bold proclamation, took a shower and headed back to my apartment.
I unlock the door, walk down the hallway that resembled Angie’s to the living room, and went into my bedroom to get my Japanese teaching books.
“What?”
As I walk into the room, I can’t help but let out a cry of surprise when I saw an unbelievable sight.
“Why is Cheena sleeping in my bed?”
There, for some reason, was a small animal slumbering and breathing on my bed.
A/N: Cheena has been called ‘Chris-chan, Chris-chan’ and she is maybe thinking, “Are Christians here so rare?” Well, she may or may not be thinking like that.
Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You and Greetings
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 5: The Battle for Christina
Going back to the present day.
“Oh, come on, Cheena. I know they don’t understand Russian anyway, but that’s a terrible thing to say.”
The moment I call out to Cheena, a wave of murderous intent strikes me from every direction.
“Hey, why is that guy talking to Chris-chan? I mean, what’s he talking about?”
“Chris-chan, you’re in trouble!”
“Get your hands off my sister!”
I hear whispers like that coming from all over the place.
I guess they think I can’t hear them, but I’m sorry.
An interpreter’s ears can’t miss even the smallest insinuations.
They really don’t know what they’re doing, do they?
Don’t think that everyone is a communicative monster like you.
“I’m sorry, Yori. I keep telling them I don’t understand Japanese, but they don’t listen to me…”
“Oh, yeah. I understand. I know, I know, so calm down. They don’t mean to offend you either. …”
Yes, I mean no offense to these onlookers.
But that said, …
The fact that they don’t take it personally makes me even more angry. They’re just doing this for fun. The only way to make them understand is to beat them to a pulp.
I’m not going to forgive you, okay?
“Wait, wait, wait! You can’t do that! If Yori hits anyone, you’ll die!”
The situation changes, and Cheena’s voice sounds like she is repeatedly striking a bell, desperately trying to calm me down.
It’s just like a nice daily life. It feels heartwarming.
But … isn’t it fine?
Isn’t it about time these guys have to bleed a little?
As I am having this conversation at her, one of the people around me finally started yelling at me.
“Hey, Kagami! Don’t say something incomprehensible! Chris-chan, you’re in trouble!”
It was a male student from the Shiori fan club who made a complaint.
It’s really true that the fan club and the group of Shiori’s bodyguards don’t like me.
“You know, for all intents and purposes, I was the one having a normal conversation with her. From Cheena’s point of view, you’re the one who’s talking nonsense.”
“Of course not! And by ‘Cheena,’ do you mean Chris-chan? Don’t give her creepy nicknames without permission!”
The anger in my heart rises as I just heard him say something so selfish.
I could feel the blue streaks creeping up on my temples.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been this pissed off.
“Hey. You say you’re doing it for Cheena, but you’re doing it all to annoy her. If you really want to help her, speak Russian.”
Try to talk back to me! Come on! I want to scream at you! I’d like to go on a furious… rant, but I’ll hold back for now because if I take it even more seriously, Cheena might get in trouble later.
‘So what!’ When the guardsman raises his voice even more…
“Well, you two should calm down.”
Another male student …, a handsome man, stepped in. I was amazed thinking he knew what I meant.
As expected of a man of justice. You know what I’m talking about.
Now, please control these rampaging horses that I can’t control!
“Calm down, everyone. Kagami doesn’t mean to offend you.”
… I take back what I just said before. You totally don’t know what I’m talking about, you bird head.
“I know you want to talk to Chris, but you shouldn’t embarrass her. It’s her first day at the new school, so we should let her take her time.”
I said almost the same thing, though?
Why did you even interrupt me when you weren’t even listening to me, this ikemen (Footnote: A handsome man. Mostly used as an insult to get away just by looking handsome.) *sigh*…
I’m sure you were listening. I’m sure you heard what I said ,you just don’t understand it.
At any rate, I bite my lip and try to hold it in, because saying anything more would only make the situation worse.
But I’m still mad, so I bite down a little more.
I have to pull back. I have to back off here.
“That…I’m sorry. I’ll be careful from now on.”
I managed to hold back and spit out a few words of concession, but then a trickle of blood came out of the corner of my mouth.
Damn it, I bit too hard.
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
“Aaahhh!”
Baaaaaang!
At the same time as a roaring sound echoes through the gymnasium, a large man is slammed onto the competition tatami mats that had been laid out.
(T/N: A tatami (畳) is a type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms. Tatami are made in standard sizes, twice as long as wide, about 0.9 m by 1.8 m depending on the region. In martial arts, tatami are the floor used for training in a dojo and for competition. (Source: Wikipedia.org)
There were three pairs of two people on the tatami, a total of six people.
And surrounding the tatami are a dozen or so people watching.
All of them were dressed in military pants and wasabi colored shirts.
This is one of the training gymnasiums in the U.S. Navy in Japan, and they are currently training in martial arts.
The one who got slammed was one of the guys fighting on the tatami, and it was … me who threw him off.
“Oh! You’re even more enthusiastic than usual, Iori!”
One of the soldiers watching from outside the tatami mats called out to me in English with amusement.
“Well, i’m currently feeling very resentful..”
I replied in English and helped my partner to stand up, then walked out of the tatami mat to switch with the next pair.
Why am I participating in the military training?
Because my father, who once worked as an interpreter here, used to bring me here often when I was little.
I guess he didn’t want to leave me at home because he knew that if he left me alone, my mother would give me a hard time.
During my father’s work, when there was something I was not allowed to see, so the military personnel often took care of me while they were training, and gradually I began to participate in the training too.
Now, when I don’t have to work as an interpreter, I participate in training every day.
Of course, I don’t get to observe simulations of troop teamwork, etc., but mainly I just join in the training of individual skills and the physical training program.
Incidentally, for some reason, I am also paid by the hour for my training time.
According to the person in charge, knowing the daily training situation and communicating closely with the generals will lead to a smooth exchange of information when interpreting.
In short, I am being paid to the military for doing this.
For me, it’s so much fun to work as an interpreter while mixing in with the military training.
Be that as it may.
After all, it’s been a full day of everyone ganging up on Cheena at recess, and me defending her and getting hate from them.
It’s not that everyone dislikes me, and I’m sure there are some people who are also deeply offended by their unreasonableness, but the influence of the Shiori followers is strong, and they’re very critical of me.
It’s the same as always, and I thought I’d gotten used to it, but for some reason today I was really angry.
I already feel depressed about tomorrow.
Just then, a chime rings.It was time to end the training.
I still haven’t had enough fun yet, but I have no choice but to leave …
We all head to the shower room in the gym, looking exhausted.
On the way.
“Iori, we’re going to play basketball after dinner later today, you coming?”
Liam, the big guy who had just been my pair, suggests that I do so.
This is another usual thing.
Normally, I would go along with him, but today, …
“I have to teach Cheena Japanese, so I’ll have to decline for a while. Sorry.”
I have to decline.
Judging from the way she looked today, it was necessary to teach her at least some Japanese.
“Ah, the girl Angie took in. That’s tough. Make sure you protect her!”
“…I know.”
I replied to Liam’s bold proclamation, took a shower and headed back to my apartment.
I unlock the door, walk down the hallway that resembled Angie’s to the living room, and went into my bedroom to get my Japanese teaching books.
“What?”
As I walk into the room, I can’t help but let out a cry of surprise when I saw an unbelievable sight.
“Why is Cheena sleeping in my bed?”
There, for some reason, was a small animal slumbering and breathing on my bed.
A/N: Cheena has been called ‘Chris-chan, Chris-chan’ and she is maybe thinking, “Are Christians here so rare?” Well, she may or may not be thinking like that.
