High School Hack and Slash Chapter 88 Part 2
「I see.」
I don’t get it at all.
It’s only natural that I don’t get it since it was a story that blurred out proper nouns, but I probably wouldn’t get it even if it were explained in detail.
I feel sympathy for the other vice president, who seems to be a muscle brain.
「No, my apology. It’s a matter that’s unrelated to you, but I unintentionally went and grumbled about it.」
The massive Vice-President-san, letting out a melancholy sigh, shakes his head.
His splendidly sharp muscles are sweating and releasing muscle pheromones.
Yes, this is a gentlemen’s social meeting place, the training room.
Thinking that I should get a fresh start and fire myself up for the new semester, I have gone to this social meeting place.
Most likely everyone has the same thought, so it will surely be crowded, or so I thought, but it’s as deserted as usual.
The muscular-sans, whom I have become acquainted with already, are clinking and clanking as usual, though.
Including Vice-President-san, who is the top of the regulars, it has become a harmonious muscle field with no relation to everyone being from either the supreme or regular department.
Well, that’s only natural.
Assigning no standings to one’s muscles, it’s a sacred space where one’s massiveness serves as the one and only value.
Even if a bean sprout-like effeminate man were to come in with a big face, he would only be laughed at scornfully.
… No, it’s by no means an insular colluding space.
If it’s a brethren who has awakened to the sincere muscle belief, even if they are a newcomer with a body like a bean sprout, our brethren, letting their taut tires-like fleshes burst, will gather before them and start teaching them about weights.
To begin with, it truly is a wonder that Newcomer-san ends up running away at this point.
I wonder if they find it annoying as the two major factions, the serious builder types and the types who coordinate for combat, start arguing.
By the way, I’m certainly the latter, but I’m more of the faction who thinks that there is truth to both sides.
「In other words, Senpai, you mean you’ve been appointed as the one wholly in charge of the school festival?」
「The reality will be that I’ve gotten hassle pushed onto me, from the outside, I guess it would look like that. Craving for achievements, I’ve brazenly and unscrupulously butted in…. I guess I would have to say that it’s uncalled for to be perceived as such.」
Senpai, gulping down protein from a mug in one go, knits his brows.
I guess that’s simply because it tastes simply bad.
Broadly speaking, there are three types of protein, but they all taste the same.
The ones made from cow’s milk, 『hey Protein』 and『Casein Protein』
And the one made from soybeans, 『Soy Protein』.
Although there are differences in the feeling of fullness, the absorption rate, and the nutrients contained by each of them, I personally think that whey protein is the best choice for weight training.
However, its cost-effectiveness is bad.
But when it comes to the protein bar in the training room of the academy, you can drink as much as you want, so I really recommend it.
I have been enticing the others in such an easy to understand manner, but my brethren don’t seem to be increasing at all.
「Maybe you’re just overthinking things? No matter how you are perceived by others, what you have to do should still be the same.」
「Hmm…」
A school festival is, in other words, a festival.
And a festival is an event that ought to be enjoyed, no?
If the personnel who lead the event are not enjoying it themselves, I get the feeling that the event itself will not be enjoyable.
「Ahem. Aren’t you meddling with Reiji-sama a little too much?」
The Massive Lady-senpai, positioning herself behind him, gives me a reproachful look.
「No, it’s an opinion that I should take note of.」
「Reiji-sama….」
「Surrounding yourself with nothing but those who fawn on you and turning a deaf ear to admonitions would make you a foolish ruler.」
I feel bad for Massive Lady-senpai, who’s gazing at him with a sparkling look of respect, but I think he’s just overthinking things.
「However, it is true that I am not familiar with the particulars of such events.」
「I’m terribly sorry. Due to our lack of abilities….」
Massive Lady-senpai, who seems to be acting as the coordinator of this school festival executive committee whatnot, shrinks her muscles and lowers her gaze.
Somehow, it seems that the Toyoashihara Academy’s school festival, the『Takamagahara Reitaisai』, has ended up becoming a less-than-entertaining event.
Basically, it’s a rehash of previous school festival events.
Research presentations whatnot, speech contests, orchestra recitals.
They’ll also be setting up club-scaled stalls, but it seems to be not much different from the flea market held every month.
Even just by listening to it, it’s plain.
If it were only for the supreme department, I guess such classy events would be fine, but for those of us in the regular department, more common-ish events would probably be better received.
「However…」
「Then, let’s hear the others’ opinions as well.」
Pacifying Massive Lady-senpai who is about to make a rebuttal, I summon Tetsuro-senpai, who has been clinking and clanking on the weight machine.
I’ve invited the members of the Black Honey Club to the muscle sanctuary, but the ones who have actually come are only a few of them.
However, they fit in in the blink of an eye.
「Hey, Touma. What’s up?」
The supreme department and the general department, I guess they’re able to tell the difference with just a glance.
And then, both of them turn their gaze toward each other’s fleshes and scrutinize its degree of perfection.
Muscles are honest.
Depraved and crooked people can only achieve crooked muscles.
Only those who are capable of stoic self-discipline can form beautiful fleshes.
「… What an amazing trapezius muscle you’ve got there. Are you the vice president?」
「… Hmm, back at you. In this place, grades and standing are irrelevant. Don’t you agree?」
In such a manner, in no time at all, they are able to acknowledge each other.
Having their backs to each other, the two of them make for a strange picture.
「Ah~, the school festival, huh? Certainly, the only image I have about it is that the last year’s installment was also plain.」
「I knew it.」
「As expected, when it comes to such things, don’t you think we should use the events held at other schools as reference? Even if we’re to hold a contest, I think beauty contests will be way more exciting. If I remember it correctly, I believe there were also things like band and karaoke contests, bingo games, quiz shows, and so on.」
「Events arranged by the organizers, huh.」
「There are quite a few guys who played in bands and such, you know? There are even those who play guitar in the dormitory, after all.」
「However, if that’s the case, the dignity of the school festival would be….」
「I believe that’s what a『Hare (sunny)』 day in Japanese culture is all about.
Even if it’s lowly and vulgar, it’s cheerful and lively, such things are more festival-like.
「If it’s going to be a first-time event, it might be a good idea to have clubs or classes compulsorily send in participants. Everyone is surprisingly shy, after all.」
「It would be better if there were more food stands. I’m sure everyone would be happy with it.」
Lady Guy-senpai and Doggy-senpai participate in the war.
Doggy-senpai had come along since she was interested in the protein bar, but it didn’t seem to suit her taste, so she has been sulking on the bench.
「Yakisoba, chocolate bananas, cotton candy, takoyaki, okonomiyaki, then, then, yakitori, corn, crepes, shaved ice….」
Doggy-senpai, wagging her tail, is so excited.
「Hmm, we just need to prepare the lending of equipment and materials, right? Reika-kun.」
「Y, yes. I shall prepare an estimate at once.」
I couldn’t be of any help, but as much as possible, I hope it’d turn into a nice school festival.
Since I’m sure everyone is also wishing for it, after all.
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The newly built underground space area in Asagi-sou was basically set to be open to everyone.
There were some dubious rooms, but it was a place where many of the dorm residents visited to cut off some ice from the ice room.
Further deeper than those ice room and dubious rooms.
The space, which was sealed off by thick walls as a countermeasure against noise, was the exclusive workshop of the Adept Orders.
Furnaces and tools made from high-level dungeon materials, equipment such as flasks and beakers, cauldrons and a cutting area, then an altar with a setup magic circle.
Better equipped than even the academy facilities, it was truly a sanctuary for those of the Craftsman class.
Improving the dungeon barrier constructed on the ground of the Asagi-sou, it was possible to raise the miasma pressure inside the workshop to be comparable to that of the dungeon’s deep stratum.
The sleeping Asagi-sou, inside such a workshop (factory).
Across the workbench, Mikan and Rinko were facing each other.
「… Amazing, isn’t it?」
「… I suppose. The buck converter circuit of the barrier that was burned out and rebuilt has also been overloaded.」
On top of the anvil that was placed on the workbench, a single sword was placed.
If we were to apply the academy’s category, it would be classified as a short sword.
The double-edged straight sword was created with the blade and handle integrated into one piece.
The old-fashioned design boasted no showiness.
However, simply by existing, it was radiating an overwhelming pressure.
「By all means, I would have never thought that I would get to see an『Sacrament (relic)』 item, I suppose.」
「Yes.」
It was a『Magical Sacred Treasure (Relic Gear)』 in the true sense of the word.
Unlike a catalyst (magic item) that consumed miasma to have its abilities (skills) activated, the item itself was a source that produced miasma.
It was a kind of, first-class perpetual motion machine.
It did not lose its power even in the present realm, where the miasma concentration was infinitely close to zero, and continued to endlessly and eternally produce miasma itself.
The power that could be drawn out depended on the grade of the item, but it was a『Sacrament (Relic)』 item that even in this entire world, the ones that had been confirmed as the real deal were on a countable level.
「As expected, looks like it can’t be broken, I suppose?」
「Yes. Looks like it’s impossible for the current me.」
「… We have no choice but to seal it here, I suppose. It’s not an item we can bring to the academy or Rashomon, after all.」
It was an item on the level where it would end up being confiscated right away should it be inferred by the academy, but they had no intention of taking it out anywhere outside their control.
「I think none but the owner (master) can use it, but is the person in question even aware of it, I wonder?」
「No. I think Seiichi-kun is unaware of it. Not yet.」
Sacrament (relic) item was also known as the『Myth Slayer (Mythologia)』.
A sacrament (relic) treasure that could square off against existences, who ought to be beings of the everlasting realm, that descended (advent) to the present realm.
It was a countermeasure derived by causality through the law of balance.
A move that ought to be said to be the world’s defensive instinct.
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