You’re Right, They’ll Expel Me if I Run into the Store with a Weapon!! - Chapter 11: Melons are the Perfect Gift When Visiting, Right?

“Combat College – The Special Infirmary”

Shiori was hospitalized in an infirmary, its air tinged with the distinct scent of medicinal remedies.

When she returned to Combat College, Shiori’s stomach was struck by severe pain, leading her straight to the examination room. She was diagnosed with “stomach upset from eating spicy food.”

(I’ve been dubbed honorably injured…)

She recalled the words left by the boyish principal of Combat College, who tried to suppress his laughter when he visited her. It was humiliating for Shiori.

(But I secured a promise!)

Shiori savored the result she had desperately achieved.

(This means Hiroki will transfer to Combat College! Yes! It’s all thanks to me!)

She reaffirmed her achievement.

The instructors at Combat College highly praised her for the success of this mission. According to the school’s plans, She managed to guide a person deemed dangerous by the principal.

(Since I brought Hiroki here, I should be able to care for him!)

Combat College planned to put a watch on Hiroki as a precautionary measure against potential dangers. Shiori wanted to be assigned as his watcher.

(I was thinking of forcibly making myself his watcher, but with this success, it shouldn’t be necessary!)

Combat College had a ranking system based on overall ability. Shiori was in the top ten.

The school’s system allowed for various privileges based on ranking. Being in the top ten usually meant that most wishes would be granted.

Shiori intended to use her authority to stay close to Hiroki, but now she realized it was no longer necessary.

(Ah… Things are going to get exciting!)

She imagined standing beside an unprecedentedly strong individual she had never met before. The thought of such a future turning into reality made her face show her excitement.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

(A visitor for me? I thought I had already seen everyone I knew…)

“Yes…”

Responding to Shiori’s reply, the sliding door opened with a rattle. A small girl resembling a first-year middle school student entered.



“…You coming to visit me, what’s up with that?”

“…Is it bad?”

Shiori asked the girl with white hair tinged with pale sky blue. However, the girl answered curtly and left it at that.

Then, the visiting girl placed a large paper bag labeled “Delicious Melon” on the bed.

“…Shall I cut it for you?”

“No, why are you here visiting me? Were you always such a person?”

Shiori fixed her gaze on the girl, still finding the situation mysterious.

“…Just felt like it.”

“You, who’s always zoning out?”

“…I’ll cut the melon anyway.”

The girl took out a wrapped melon from the paper bag and prepared a fruit knife and cutting board she had brought.

“Hazuki, can your small hands cut that big melon?”

“None of your business.”



The girl called Hazuki stabbed the tip of her fruit knife into the melon placed on the cutting board. Despite her small hands, she skilfully cut the melon into pieces. She then arranged the diced melon on a plate and offered it to Shiori.

“…Here.”

“Thank you.”

Shiori poked a toothpick into a piece of melon.

“So, why did you come to visit me?”

After taking a bite, Shiori repeated her question to Hazuki.

“…Like I said, just felt like it.”

“That’s impossible. You, who have no interest in others, caring about someone?”

Shiori continued with her sound argument, while Hazuki didn’t respond and began packing away the used fruit knife and cutting board.

Looking at Shiori’s glaring face, Hazuki reluctantly opened her usually quiet mouth and answered in broken sentences.

“…When a classmate working hard on a mission… is hospitalized, visiting them is… normal, isn’t it?…”

“You’ve never shown up in class, nor have I ever heard of you visiting anyone.”

“…I’m always… on a mission…”

“I know. You’re ranked first.”

“…Ranked tenth.”

Reclining on the bed, Shiori reminded herself of their respective positions. The girl in front of her was the top student of Combat College, standing at the pinnacle of all students despite being a first-year in the senior division.

“Will you tell me the real reason?”

“…There’s nothing… I’m just going to leave…”

Hazuki conveyed her thoughts to Shiori with a few blunt words. Shiori, still unsatisfied, looked at Hazuki and changed her question.

“There’s something else I’ve been wondering about…”

“…What?”

Hazuki replied slowly, her expression distant. Shiori’s gaze then drifted to something Hazuki held in her right arm.

“Since when did you start carrying around a stuffed animal?”

Hazuki had a cat plushie with four wings, resembling a fairy.

This had been another nagging question for Shiori ever since Hazuki entered the infirmary. She had never seen Hazuki carrying a stuffed animal before.

“…Is it bad?”

“Not at all; it suits you.”

“…”

“!?”

Hazuki, a sixteen-year-old first-year in the senior division, carrying a plushie. Shiori’s sarcastic remark turned into surprise when she saw Hazuki’s face. Hazuki was smiling faintly.

This unusual sight made Shiori feel uneasy, and it showed on her face. She blurted out her question.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“…What?”

At Shiori’s repeated question, Hazuki’s smile faded, returning to her usual blank, expressionless face.

“No, I’m starting to get confused about what to ask…”

Shiori looked up at the ceiling, her thoughts spinning. She then reorganized what she wanted to ask.

“What about the stuffed animal?”

Her question was about the plushie.

“…Got it from someone.”

Hazuki answered, her face expressionless.

“You’re actually answering… You usually ignore such questions…”

Right from the start of the visit, it had been like this. Hazuki rarely engaged in conversation, remaining silent unless it was necessary.

“…I thought… it’s okay for you to know… about the plushie…”

“You’re strange today.”

“…Any more questions?”

Shiori’s perception of Hazuki was in disarray. Yet, driven by curiosity, she opened her mouth to continue questioning.

“Who gave it to you?”

“…A friend.”

“I understand now!”



Shiori finally snapped. She couldn’t believe that Hazuki, a girl who showed interest in no one, had uttered, “I have a friend.” Shiori reached her breaking point, and the words burst out of her mouth.

“You, having friends? I can’t even imagine! Friends, you know, are people you eat meals with, go to movies with, hang out with after school!”

“After school… we hung out together…”

“Eh?…”

Shiori let out a strange sound in response to this unexpected answer. Ignoring Shiori’s reaction, Hazuki continued to speak.

“…We played together in the game center… He even won me this plushie… from a game…”

“…Ha… haha… haa…”

A thud was heard as Shiori fell back onto the bed. She was no longer conscious, breathing rhythmically. Hazuki’s intermittent words had overwhelmed her, and finally reaching her processing limit, Shiori had shut down her consciousness to stop the overload.

Hazuki then gently placed a blanket over the sleeping Shiori.

Hazuki held a paper bag and the plushie and reached for the entrance door.

“……Thank you.”

The small girl left a brief, almost unfinished word of gratitude to the sleeping Shiori and then stepped outside.



(TL|N: Hello, this is the translator. I will continue translating this novel, which has been on hold since 2021. It would be a shame to discontinue it, especially since there have been no updates since then. I hope you enjoy the upcoming translations.)