Music:
Invisible Wing
: Hahaa! You've got nerve. I like that.
I think I just got bonded with... gosh, he looks pretty happy right now. And so I became vice president of the student council.
Oh! Tomorrow is the class hike! Should I prepare anything? We won't be going far, so I don't have to... Well, health first! I think I'll have some udon and go to sleep.
ED: I picked Sakuya, might as well, since we're on student council together. (Wanted this update to be longer)
: Unacceptable!
In a temper, as usual.
: Why! Why do I have to come to a place like this? And on foot!
: It's a hike, Sakuya! You have to walk.
: For what purpose? As exercise? Foolishness! Exercise is for peasants.
: No, for fun! You're supposed to enjoy the change of scenery. Look over here! Don't we have a nice view?
: ......
Sakuya looks like he still has something to say, but he reluctantly comes over to me. I think maybe he's acting angrier than he really is.
ED:
ED: Its an elective day, and since no one's expressed a desire to switch, I'm continuing to spam Music for Charisma.
ED:
: I wonder what those wigs felt like... they look like they're wearing ptarmigans on their heads.
ED: Sakuya is clearly too prestigious and
for RK47's nonsense.
RK47 leveled up! Charisma increased by 5!
: The sports festival is right around the corner. Please think about what you'll do!
: Sports festival season already...?
: If it were in the fall it would conflict with the cultural festival, so it's always been in May.
: What are you going to do, Ryouta?
: I haven't decided, but... probably the three-legged race. Somebirdie has to.
: Cooo! (Okosan will handle the marathon! Indeed he will!)
: You do have a lot of stamina, Okosan... what about you, Sakuya?
: You can't possibly be expecting me to run in some race, can you?
: It is a sports festival. Is there an event that doesn't involve running...?
: How about being a cheerleader?
: The general, in other words... very well. Leave it to me.
ED:
Yes, Sakuya, that is exactly what a cheerleader is.
: Umm... I don't think that's...
: Also, the first-aid team is always shorthanded, so I'm sure they could use help if anybirdie still can't decide. That's all for today.
Ryouta's doing the three-legged race, Okosan's running the marathon, and Sakuya's a cheerleader. Yuuya might be running the first-aid tent... What should I do? I'll have to think about it.
I never did make up my mind. What should I do?
I see Sakuya, and... a brass band? That's overdoing it. I think I saw something similar during the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace.
: You're not cutting any corners, I see.
: Naturally not. Only the best from a Le Bel.
Horn: Sir! Preparations are complete, sir!
Tuba: Your orders, sir!
: Very well! Begin!
And so the band began to play. Where did he get these people? They all look like professionals. Shouldn't cheerleaders be students...?
ED: And, you know, leggy teenage girls, not a damn band?
: You! Join in!
: Umm, okay...
I seem to be in charge of the cymbals. One wrong slip, and I'll be the laughingstock of the playground! Yikes.
ED: If you manage to mess up CYMBALS, RK47-chan, you deserve to be the laughingstock of the playground.
Sakuya's conducting is awfully flashy. Is this the Le Bel style?
We're getting them back today... Aaaaah, I don't think I did too well.
: RK47!
: Yes!
: Hmm... I don't think you did too badly...
: Y-yes...?
: Not too... mmm... nope, sorry. You did badly.
: ...noooo...
: Try harder next time, okay?
I disappointed mister Nanaki... I'll have to study more from now on.
ED: Not gonna happen, we're too busy building our Charisma to worry about Intelligence! Being an expert liar means you're an expert at everything else, anyway.
With the festival and the midterm over, there's nothing to look forward to but summer heat. Doves smell kind of funny when it gets humid like this... Huh? There's a bunch of birds in front of the staffroom. What are they doing? Oh! There's Yuuya.
: Yuuya! What's going on?
: Salutations, RK47! Brian won his seventh Pulitzer!
He gestures at a news clipping on the staffroom pinboard. It says “Brian, the first Intelligent Pigeon, Crowned Again”.
: Brian..?
: Don't tell me you don't know who he is!?
: I think I've heard the name, but...
ED: Not only do birds go to school, but you can win 7 Pulitzers for blogging. This is a dark future indeed.
: He's a very skilled and insightful writer. He was the one who suggested that the dove olympics be called the 'Pigeolympics'. He's extremely influential – the name was adopted right away. Why don't you look him up right now, mon amie? Try Googling 'Brian Pigeon'.
ED: The blog is real:
http://pigeonblog.wordpress.com.
Entries from all the way back in 2005.
: Okay!
: Okay! ….uh oh, lunch is nearly over. Adieu, RK47!
There's a pile of overturned desks in the middle of the floor. Ryouta is overturned next to them. Rock doves' underwings and bellies are light, so they look pretty different upside-down...
: I mean, wait, what's going on!?
I look to see the two of them at each other's throats in the corner. I think we might have a diplomatic incident on our hands.
: ...what happened, Ryouta?
: Sakuya was making fun of Okosan... he called him a stupdi mongrel who only thinks about imaginary pudding, and said he was ashamed to be in the same class...
: That's terrible! I mean, Okosan is a nutcase and I don't know what he's saying half the time, but he really does like pudding!
: Either way, Okosan kind of went for the jugular, and...
: ...you tried to pull them apart, and Okosan used WING ATTACK on you?
: Y-yup... you're our only hope now, RK47...! Hgggckck.
: You tell me to take back my word? I shall not! A mongrel like you hasn't even the right to speak to me.
: Coooooo! (Okosan is not a mongrel!)
The battle still rages, and it looks like Ryouta's sacrifice was in vain.
Well, do we side with Sakuya, doubtless setting RK47-chan even more on his route?
Do we side with Okosan for the defense of Pudding?
Or do we tell them both to get their shit together if they want even a chance to slurp up this forest of human pussy?