[Club activities 10]

  

A few days later, it was lunchtime on a Friday, with a holiday coming up the next day. Class 2A was filled with noise.

"Do you think it will reach a hundred million views just this week?"

"Nah, I don't think so."

The video is really popular right now. 

"There really is such a thing."

Every classmate in the classroom was staring at a device in their hands. What they were looking at was a video posted on a major video site. A few days earlier, Takeuchi's breakdance had been the talk of the town. At first, the number of views on the video was not so great, maybe reaching triple digits. At least, it hadn't reached the hundred mark when it was first mentioned in class. But it seems that the number of times he had done it had somehow increased. 

"It's like a dancer's debut, Takeuchi-kun!" 

"Isn't it bad? It's not just for Japan, is it?" 

"There are so many comments in English and other languages that I can't understand," he said.

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And, as usual, he was at the centre of the conversation. 

"No, the one dancing in the middle is Kousaka, a freshman. I was just dancing in the corner."

He is a handsome man who didn't think that his participation in a single dance event would have such a lasting effect. And, considering the number of views, Takeuchi, who is sensitive to the world's movements, understood that it was a situation that could not be withdrawn. It's not a good idea,

If he hadn't been dressed as a woman, that would have been fine with Takeuchi. It would have been the perfect surprise for his dream of entering the entertainment industry. He must have accepted it with open arms. A handsome high school break dancer, not a bad sound.

On screen, however, he is a complete comedian. He can be seen shivering offstage with Nishino, dressed in a visual-kei-style cross-dressing.

In the middle of the film, he is kicked around by Rose and Gabriella, and he looks a bit pathetic. It was a far cry from the ideal he had hoped for. In a few days, the video had over 100 million views. It's a great way to show your friends and family that you're not afraid of them. But in her heart, she's like an office lady who's been caught in the act of taking a revenge porn. On the other hand, there is a secret sense of fulfillment among the "normal" guys.

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" .... ... "

He sits down in his seat and looks at the device in his hand, which is playing the video in question repeatedly.

" ... It's not a bad move."

Apparently, he was happy with the performance of his dance. He had practiced for dozens of hours before the event. He seemed to be happy that her work had been recognised by the public.

In the comments to the video, there were a few references to his dancing. He looks like a beginner, but he's doing very well. His moves are very sharp. Dressed as a woman

"I wonder if it's because he's used to dancing that he has such taste. "

"No, I think that is the perfect outfit for a B-boy."

"I want to fuck him, frankly. I don't know." 

"Hey, Takeuchi and Nishino, you got a minute?" And then the teacher came into the classroom.

This is Mr. Otake, the teacher of Class 2A.

I have been with the company for more than ten years now. I have been saving a good amount of money and I have enough in my pocket. He has 1,500 hair transplants worth 1 million yen. He is an old man who has been out of wedlock for a long time now, but he is still thinking about investing in his lonely scalp in the faint hope that his hair will grow back, or even with a schoolgirl.

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"Oh?" 

"What? Otake-sensei." 

The two young men who respond to him are fluffy.

"There's no skin peeking out from between your hair. Come to the staff room for a minute."

On Takeuchi's desk, there was a lunchbox that he had bought at a nearby convenience store and had not yet eaten. He didn't seem to care about this, and his call was extremely one-sided. Mr. Otake is becoming more and more merciless towards his fluffy opponent.

After a short walk down the corridor, Nishino and Takeuchi arrived at the staff room. They walked to Mr. Otake's desk at the back of the room, which was somewhat larger than the other classrooms. They stood in front of the teacher in charge, facing each other. 

"Oh, is it a case of injury?"

It was Takeuchi who raised his voice.

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"Oh, yeah. It seems that the members of the video club, who published your dance video had a dispute over the Ad revenue." 

Otake told them the reason why he had called them in. The topic of discussion was the same as the one that had been buzzing around the classrooms of Class 2A just a few minutes ago. But this is a different story, a more serious one. 

"I heard from a member of the club that there are millions of dollars at stake. Have you guys heard anything about it?" 

The teachers don't have any say in off-campus activities, but they can't ignore anything that could cause trouble for the school. He had thought that there would be some money involved. However, he didn't expect it to turn into an individual fight between students on campus. The state had expected some kind of approach from the photographer, but he was approached by someone he didn't expect. 

"Don't be silly, you'll get us all in trouble".

"....."

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"You may not know, but theft and embezzlement can result in a jail sentence if the amount of damage exceeds one million. Do you understand? That's imprisonment. It means that your schoolmates are going to juvenile prison." 

Mr. Otake is a teacher with deep roots in the school. He is determined to work until his retirement. Even if asked to leave, he has no intention of doing so. The reputation of the school was therefore a matter of great importance to his own income. He did not want to be subjected to an external investigation.

This was essential in order not to lose the reputation of the head teacher and principal. As the head of the school, any police action involving my year group could have a negative impact on my future promotion. In some cases, it could even lead to demotion.

The only people who can live a clean and honest life, without regard to their own income, are those who are more skilled than those around them, those who were born and brought up with more money, or those who have given up everything. At least Mr. Otake was not one of those people. 

"You say there were no restrictions on filming in the hall, but did you give permission to anyone to publish the video of the dance?" 

"The person who put the video on the internet said that this was not a club state activity, it was just a hobby for him."

"No, we only found out about it later." 

"So you were filming without permission."

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"I see," 

Otake-sensei, nodded crossing his arms. He seemed to understand the situation. 

"I don't like to say this, but don't do anything that could damage the reputation of the school. I heard that you used the school's name to participate in the event. I heard that you used the school's name to participate in the event, and that you even involved Gabriella, who had just moved to the school."

I told them what I wanted to tell them and asked them what they wanted to hear. The sermon began to flow out of Otake's mouth. At worst, it was pushy, at best, it was rich in message. In recent years, he has made an even stronger impression on the students of all grades. 

And then it happened. Then, with a loud rattle, the door to the staff room was opened. All eyes turned to the doorway. It was a sliding door at the back of the room. Naturally, Nishino, Takeuchi and Otake became aware of the same thing. 

There was a girl standing there, covered in blood. She had apparently been cut on the face and was bleeding from her right cheek. It wasn't spurting, but it wasn't stopping either. The chest of the uniform was stained red by the blood. 

"Give it back! It's my computer, give it back to me now!"

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Her screams echoed from one corner of the school room to the other. The look on her face was one of rage. She strode briskly into the classroom, undaunted by her injuries. As she said, she was looking for her computer. She pauses and looks around the staff room.

Eventually she seems to find what she is looking for and rushes to the bottom. A teacher, who was close by, made her way to a student, but she avoided him and quickened her pace. Her mind wanders to a teacher's desk, which she does not know who owns it.

On top of this is a clamshell-shaped end piece, decorated with lots of pretty stickers. The edges are covered in blood, however, and the whole thing has a rather bizarre feel to it.

She takes it, holds it to her chest with both arms and rushes to the doorway. In the middle of it all, a glance met between the girl and Takeuchi-kun. I said, 

"What?"

Apparently, the former was unaware of the latter's presence until now. When she saw the handsome man in the staff room, her eyes widened in surprise. The footsteps running on the floor stopped. But it was only for a short time.

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"It was me who made that video! It's my video!"

 The schoolgirl's emotional voice echoes through the lunchtime staff room. She starts running again towards the corridor. She runs back down the corridor and then noisily leaves the room to evade the teachers who have moved in to catch her. She ignored the pleas of the teachers to wait. The sound of her hurried footsteps soon faded into the distance.

More than anyone else, Takeuchi was surprised to see the whole affair. -He has never experienced such a harsh attitude from the opposite sex before. His handsome good looks were apparently not effective enough in the face of the millions of dollars at stake.

"Mr. Otake, is that the member in question?"

Nishino asks. 

"There are no signs of improvement in her behavior."

"Yes, but..."

"That injury will leave a scar. You'd better go a doctor as soon as possible..."

Why does he always have to be so bossy?

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It was such a surprise to Mr. Otake that he forgot to mention it.

After much wrangling, the same day came after school. After the homeroom, Nishino went to the classroom where the breakdance club was working. He was accompanied by Takeuchi-kun.  When I stepped into the room through the door, I saw Rose and Gabriella in addition to Kousaka, the chairman of the same group.

"I'm sorry I was late. Otake's sermon was so long."

By welcoming them, the members of the club gathered in the classroom.

The reason for this is that Kousaka sent out a message to all the members of the club. 

It was the second time for Nishino to exchange contact information on campus, after Rose.

Following on from this, through the activities of the club, he has acquired two more contacts, Gabriella (No. 3) and Takeuchi-kun (No. 4). The address book of the terminal is getting more and more crowded, and he is getting a sense of satisfaction. 

"I'm sorry to call you all so suddenly."

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As soon as he arrived, Takeuchi took the initiative.

He is not very happy with the way things are going and he wants to keep a tight rein on this one. If possible, he would like the video to be removed immediately.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you and your family."

"No, no, no. This is not the time to worry about that. You can't regret what you've done."

"We haven't done anything wrong, you know. "

"Oh, that's right, the video was released on the site. There was an email address in the account, so you should get in contact with them."

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" Oh, thank you, Kousaka."

"I also emailed the site operator to withdraw the video. " 

"Really? Thank you, Takeuchi Senpai." 

Takeuchi-kun, who speaks in a light tone, and Kousaka, who responds to this with a smile.

 Words are steadily exchanged between the two handsome men toward the conclusion of the situation. 

"Takeuchi-kun, why are you going to delete the video?"

Nishino looks a little sad. 

For some reason, Futsumen who was enjoying the upload of the video. 

"I think it's okay to leave at least one video as a memorial."

He has the background to appeal for the removal of the video before anyone else. I said, 

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

Although she doesn't say it out loud, Rose is also concerned about Nishino's situation.

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Takeuchi-kun, who puts together his opinions so that everyone can check. There was no counterargument to this.

After confirming everyone's intentions, Takeuchi nodded his head in satisfaction. 

If the appeal to delete the video is accepted, Takeuchi crossdressing wouldn't be the most talked topic.

"By the way, what happened to the idea of turning the club into a club?"

"When the topic from Takeuchi had settled down" Rose opened his mouth. 

 The eyes are staring at Kousaka.

"Oh, yeah... Sorry."

"Is there any problem?"

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"I submitted my application after the holidays and it has been accepted. But it was said that it would be discussed at a meeting at the end of the month, so maybe this incident will have an impact."

 "Yeah... most likely" 

"In that case, the club won't survive..." she said with a serious expression.

" ...."

"....But the activity itself was a wonderful memory, wasn't it?" 

"Yes, it was!"

Rose is trying to get rid of the breakdancing club, even if it is a bit forceful. In the meantime, Gabriella was quick to agree with her. She must have been trying to gain her points by saying that she was right, or some other form of agreement

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Today, however, there was no particular reaction. Instead, his gaze flickered from one to the other. Is he still worried about the fact that he kicked him off the stage, or is there something else on his mind? It was a different reaction to the one we had seen in the past, one of pure fear. Until the meeting at the end of the month is over, we will refrain from any activities here. Just after the meeting, suddenly, Nishino's phone began to tremble.

He pulls it out of his trouser pocket and sees the caller's name on the display, its some barman. As soon as he sees the name, he puts the device back in his trousers without taking the call. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, it's a nuisance call. No problem."

Because of her position next to him, Rose was also glancing at the screen. For her part, she doesn't think it's a good idea to let it ring. However, the person in question didn't seem to care about it.

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"I'm sorry for interrupting your club activities," he said. 

But today's Marquise was persistent. After the call had stopped ringing, it was repeated two or three times. Each time, the handset shuddered in the pocket of his trousers, alerting everyone to the call. In a quiet after-school classroom, it's hard not to be drawn in by the sound. 

"Nishino, do something about it," 

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He reluctantly takes the device out of his trouser pocket. 

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to excuse myself for a few minutes," he says, his tone irritating others.

After a short refusal, Nishino left the classroom. As he walked through the door into the corridor, he took a call from the terminal. Immediately he heard Marquis's thick voice. 

"What's this about? I'm busy," he said, with an obvious grump in his voice. 

"I'm sorry, but I need to talk to you. Come to the bar tonight."

" That's very sudden." 

"Can you come?" 

"Do we really need to talk there?" 

"I'm sorry for you, but I want to meet and talk to you in person."

Marquise's voice was more serious than ever. Nishino nodded honestly and responded.

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"All right." 

"Thank you."

"....." 

After the meeting with the club, Nishino went to Roppongi. After leaving the school, it was a few minutes walk to the nearest station.

The street we are walking on is about three or four metres wide, with a vague separation between footpath and carriageway. There is not much traffic, just the occasional car of a local resident. It was one of those cozy school routes that can be found everywhere. On the way to school.

The nearest station to the school was only a few hundred metres away. There was a motorbike approaching from behind Nishino. It was a medium-sized sports bike. The rider is a man of medium height, wearing a full-face helmet and a rubber boot.

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To the casual observer, it was just another vehicle passing by on the street. However, when his position was less than a certain distance from the rear of the Futumen, the driver's movements changed. His right hand, which had been on the steering wheel, left the wheel and went to the tank bag. With a swift motion, he pulls out a stick attached to the sideband. It was a large knife.

Without losing momentum, the motorbike heads down Nishino and approaches from behind. The knife in his hand was held level with the ground at a certain height, aimed at the neck of his chest. It was clear that he intended to use the momentum of the vehicle's movement to scratch him in one fell swoop.

In less than a few seconds, the knife was at Nishino's neck. The bee waspush the blade into the flesh when a high-pitched squeal sounded.

Immediately, the wide knife shattered at the root. The fragments flew towards the road, hitting the helmet of the man on the bike and making a rattling sound. The shock of driving caused the bike to shudder, but it narrowly avoided falling over. The bike continued on its way as if nothing had happened. Nishino looks on and mutters sarcastically, 

"Oh dear."

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A series of seemingly ripe reactions can only be attributed to thinking about such things on a regular basis. Whether this is seen as an unpleasant hobby or as a useful habit depends on the time and place.

At least, if Shimizu found out about it on campus, he would not be spared the title of 

"Nishino-kun, you're really creepy" 

However, it is a lifestyle that is not so easy to ignore when you take the opportunity to do so.

He stopped and with a casual gesture reached out to the street. There he found the handle of a knife with its blade smashed. The driver had apparently dropped it. He picks it up and looks at it with a bored expression. He shoves one hand into his trouser pocket and behaves in a pretentious manner that is already outside his awareness. It's an ingrained attitude. 

"Well, there's nothing to know, is there?"

He muttered briefly and threw away the metal handle in his hand. A dry, clanking sound echoed in the empty alleyway.

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The footsteps of the futsumens are back on track, and they continue on their way to the station nearest the school. The unexpected attack did not seem to faze him in the slightest. Thinking that a meeting with Marquis would make this all clear, Nishino set off for Roppongi.

After the attack on the way to school, nothing much happened. They end up in a bar in Roppongi. Nishino is standing over the bar counter, facing Marquis. There is no one else in the shop, only the two of them. 

"So what did you want?"

The glass is in his hand, as usual.

At the bottom is an amber-coloured liquid, about two or three centimetres thick. 

"Do you remember what I said before ? "

 Marquis, on the other hand, stood in front of the counter without doing anything and said plainly.

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His eyes are fixed squarely on Nishino, and underneath his sunglasses he seems to have forgotten to blink, watching the Futsumen's every move. 

"There's a lot of talk these days," he said. 

"Now, which one are you talking about?" 

"I'm talking about the girl you picked up at work a while back." 

"Yeah, I remember you telling me to stay away from her." 

"Well? How is that related to this convocation?"

The answer came quickly and without so much as a second thought. A sniper's bullet between his eyes at a break-dancing event. And then there was the attack on the street just a few minutes ago. In Nishino's mind, the sequence of events came together. I see, I've lost my mind.

"That's what I mean."

A small nod and a tilt of the glass.

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The gurgling sound was strangely loud in the otherwise silent restaurant. 

"I'm sorry, but I'm not doing business with you anymore..."

You can find a lot of people who are interested in this kind of thing. I'm sure he wasn't just joking. 

"It's a shame," he said. 

The relationship between the landlord and the tenant was not something that could be forced upon them. There had to be some trust between them. That was why Nishino could not ask for anything more from Marquis, who showed his rejection. At the same time he understood why the big man in front of him had summoned him to the shop. The answer came naturally. He had no proof of what he was saying. But the other man was more remarkable than he had imagined. 

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It was a reaction. The way his broad shoulders trembled was striking in the eyes of the viewer.

This made it easier for Nishino to make a decision. He understands what Marquis has in his stomach and decides to leave as soon as possible. 

"Thanks for your help, Marquis."

If we stay any longer, it will not be good for either of us. On the other hand, if we were to break it off at this moment, the cowardly barman in front of us would not be at a disadvantage in the future.

And his guess was as good as true. There was a puzzled look across the counter. But his mouth was never opened again. The presence of someone in the back room of the restaurant, watching the floor through a surveillance camera, deprived Marquis of the opportunity to take a step forward. 

" ... Then," 

Nishino feels relieved, but at the same time sad. 

The bell on the door of the doorway rang with a nice noise.

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