Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Cotto.

I put the coke I bought from the vending machine installed in the staff room in front of you, Kozai.

And I bought it for myself. I opened the Coke pet bottle as well and took a sip.

Kozai, you don't move with your head down.

"... don't you dare drink. We need to calm down first."

".................. Yes"

I replied slightly and finally got my Coke.

Wait for a drink before calling to sound as serene as you can.

"Anyway, I'm glad I didn't get injured. Not for them, of course, but for you, Kozai."

"It's..."

"You've been jerked off the whole time, haven't you? 'Cause I've had enough cutter knives in my pocket."

Kozai, you were leaning down and biting your lips off as if you could take advantage of something.

"I don't know why, and it's the perpetrator's logic. Why not? You've been patient, haven't you? Enough to accumulate enough to explode."

"Uh-oh."

Tears fall from his eyes as he leans down.

"You don't have to force me to say it if you don't want to. But I don't care if you're stupid or resentful towards them. It might be a little easier to throw up if you can."

"... knowing that he and I like comics and cartoons and all that" creepy, geeky "stuff, make a fool out of it!

"I like cartoons now. I wish I was normal."

"I'm not the only one! There are other purses stolen, belly punched, make fun of me out loud in front of everyone watching!! And..."

Words overflow like I cut a weir.

I guess I was pretty depressed. I don't know if I can do it.

I kept talking for more than a dozen minutes and sipped coke to see if I was out of breath on the boulder and mumbled.

Just at that time, the instruction room door is knocked and Dr. Matsuyama and Dr. Miyake come in.

"Thank you, Dr. Kashiwagi. Uh, Kozai, can I talk to you?

Dr. Miyake asks, but Koshiba leaned down and didn't answer.

"Anyway, you should go home today and calm down a little. Dr. Kashiwagi, if you'd like, Koshiba, would you send him?

"Yes. It's okay. I'll get ready for you."

That's what Dr. Matsuyama said and encouraged me to go home after seeing how you were doing and deciding that I should take the time.

Listen to that. I'll go back to the intern's desk to get ready.

After I was ready, I went back to the student guidance room and went to four classrooms with Miyake Sensei. Koshiba waited for you in the hallway, and Miyake Sensei packed his stuff.

Then I took the lead and got out of the school building.

Then head to the faculty parking lot on the back gate side, not the school gate.

As a matter of fact, I went back to my home with a 'transfer' while I was getting ready to bring my bike.

"Huh? Bike, is it?

"So. you're gonna think a lot about going straight home like this, aren't you? Can I stop by for a second?

With that said, give Kozai your spare helmet and let him cover it, push the bike and exit the back door.

Kozai, make sure you got on the rear seat and turn the cell.

A light engine noise sounded and told him to hold onto it before slowly launching the bike.

Take the path to the suburbs and keep running for a while.

Kozai, who was nervous about his first motorcycle ride, seems to be getting used to and relaxing, too.

I have to go back to school again so I can't spend that much time but I run around the suburbs for about 20 minutes back to the residential area.

By the time I arrived at your home after hearing the road, Kozai looked very clear.

After all, motorcycles are great.

I feel a little more comfortable riding a motorcycle, even if I don't like it.

"Um, Dr. Kashiwagi, thank you"

"Oh. And can I come back later because I want to talk to you a little more?

"Nothing good, but why?

She asks me if I'm still a little alert.

"Well, there was something earlier, because I also see a lot of comics, cartoons and lanobes under the influence of my sister and friends. It's just a hobby."

When I laughed at Ni, Kozai relaxed his expression and nodded.

Go back to school and tell Miyake Sensei and Matsuyama what Kozai told you.

The sixth hour had already begun, but they both didn't have the class in charge, so they were in the staff room, so it was just fine.

"That's what happened. Thank you, Kashiwagi-san."

That's why Dr. Miyake bowed his head to me.

"So what happens to your disposition, Kozai, or that foursome response?

"For the time being, the synopsis is addressed to the principal and the head teacher. It's not official yet, but fortunately, thanks to Dr. Kashiwagi, I just shook up the cutter knife, and there are no injuries, because obviously it's the frustrating side that made the cause. There doesn't seem to be so much upset about the other students, so even at the principal's discretion, Kozai, you have no disposition. However, that being said, the mental burden would be enormous, so maybe you should take a couple of days off until you calm down. Depends on who you are, of course. Then the four male students who abused him contacted their parents for an interview."

Dr. Matsuyama answered my question.

As a school, I guess you don't want to make the problem bigger.

"Still, there's a lot going on in school to get rid of the figs,"

Miyake teacher says while sighing.

"I think the idea itself is wrong, though."

I accidentally get zero authenticity.

"What do you mean? You're telling me it's bad to lose a fig?

Dr. Miyake intensifies his tone in a muddled manner.

Dr. Matsuyama looks at me intriguingly and urges me ahead.

Have you failed?

"I'm not saying that an effort to lose it is wasted, but I don't think that the way you think about it leads you to look at the students who are actually being jerked off without a jerk. In many cases, people are concerned about evaluation and covering it up by reporting the presence or number of incidents of Ningro figs. Most of the incidents that were caused by sharks that were featured on the news yesterday came to my attention."

"Well, maybe so."

"We have to figure out how to find the victim and how to remedy it, thinking that there's always more figs than that and we can't let them go?

The teachers didn't argue with my words.

In fact, a fig comes from the instincts of animals, including humans. Foreign body elimination, a defensive instinct as a species. Then a self-evident desire to feel self above others. In other words, ranking. These two instinctive thoughts are factors that generate figs.

It would be very difficult to get rid of these instincts just by mentoring them.

It is not easy to draw fig lines in the first place. Whether or not you take it as a fig is a big aspect depending on who you are. They may just be kidding themselves, even if they look like jerks from the other person's point of view, or vice versa, they may be badly hurt if they haven't done anything big.

Even the content of figs varies from direct violence to verbal violence, to mental attacks such as sexual shame and ignorance.

If we're going to prevent all of these figs, we'll have to prohibit all behavior except study in schools and not allow any contact with others outside of schools. It's a prison kind of life that ignores even basic human rights. There's no way I can do that.

Well, it's like telling me to cover it up, like making me report the number of figs on a school basis.

Who would report it properly even though the rating would go down?

That would still be better if we let the number of students rescued from figs compete.

Most likely this will overcertify the jerk and unnecessarily increase the number of perpetrators.

"The problem is that it's hard for us teachers to spot figs. If the pupils who are being jerked off can talk to us, they won't be able to talk to us because they're afraid that the target will be right for them. What do you think Dr. Kashiwagi should do?

Sounds like you're taking some kind of lecture.

The look on Mr. Matsuyama's face feels like he's enjoying it somewhere.

"From the students' point of view, I don't necessarily think teachers are allies. First you will need to create a form that is easy to consult, but once you have been consulted, I will help you gather fig evidence, and when that evidence is gathered, I will not hesitate to let the police intervene. Recommend criminal and civil proceedings against the perpetrator. Unless you're going to do that much, I don't think the victim's students will have a hard time trying to talk to their teachers. It's common for figs to get worse after talking to teachers."

"You're still a kid when it comes to police intervention, lawsuits, and assailants, right? I have a longer life ahead of me. It could affect the future, right?

Dr. Miyake argues with my story.

"I think you choose between protecting the perpetrator and putting up with the victim, or protecting the victim and making the perpetrator take responsibility for what he or she did.

Most of the time there is not so much guilt on the part of the perpetrator because the word shark is mild. But what you're doing is blackmail, assault, injury, insult or defamation, and in some cases, forced obscenity. They are all fine crimes.

Even if you consider being a boy and girl with a future, does that have to take precedence over the victim? Even if it was a mere joke, it could drive the victim's life crazy. Besides, I wonder if it's necessary to understand how much of what you've done within a minor.

An adult's resolute response to figs can be a deterrent to escalating figs.

I think the students see the grownups much more dry than the grownups think. I just said I want you to believe the word. I wouldn't trust you if it didn't actually involve action. Wouldn't there be a better response for both the victim and the perpetrator? "

Is it all right if I say it this far?

I'm not going to say anything wrong, but, well, even if I bought a disapproval, it's an appraisal of my internship, Kozai. I don't know much about you guys.

"You're hurting my ear. It's not that far apart when you're actually a teacher."

Matsuyama Sensei says with a bitter laugh.

"Excuse me. Say something busy when you're a student."

"No, Dr. Kashiwagi is closer in age and position with the students. Don't worry, it'll help."

"Right. My ear hurts."

The teachers responded to my apology with a mix of smiles.

I'm done talking. I'm going back to the intern's desk.

"Yu, Kashiwagi-san. Uh, what happened in four groups?

When I came in, Sy asked.

They were coming back first. Is it obvious because Dr. Miyake was in the staff room?

There were also Nakamura and Nokiya-san.

"Oh, four pairs of fireworks. I thought you were a jerk."

I'll tell Sy how it's been.

"That happened, because at the fifth limit, my scheduled class suddenly became self-taught and I was told to supervise it, but they didn't tell me the details. I think Miyake's been talking to the headmaster ever since."

"Well, there's nothing you can do to make an intern ask you this kind of problem. In my case, I only responded because we met occasionally."

"Even so, Kashiwaki said too much, didn't he? Obvious educational criticism toward active teachers, isn't it? I'm afraid of ratings."

"I totally agree with the content, but hey. I'll tell you what, Kashiwaki, you're amazing."

I knew it looked that way.

Actually, I'm just taking part in a couple of traineeships, and I'm just not so stuffed with ratings or anything.

I can't tell you.

Write up today's internship report and daily newspaper as we speak.

"But I regret not being involved even though it's my class. But if you think about it, I'm the solution! You don't want to see it."

Sy says slightly unintentionally.

"You can't help it, can you? A lot of teachers and experts say things, but they haven't found a solution."

"Some people say too much about the human rights of the perpetrator when it comes to this kind of problem, and only people like that have a loud voice, so they can't do anything in the end."

Nakamura and Nokishi also naturally say to become teachers, so I guess there are a lot of things I think about figs.

But as Ceci said, there's no way a bad guy like the Times of Good Punishment can fail and settle for one thing.

It is time for the homeroom to disband.

The tour of the ministry activities is also over, leaving the school first with a word to Si.

To go to your house, Kozai, as promised.

His house seems to work together and his parents always come home after 9: 00.

Kozai, your meal will be ready, but I will buy a lot of things in the convenience store just in case I get distracted.

Kozai arrives at your house and rings the bell.

By the way, his house is a whole house.

"You're really here. Anyway, please come up. Well, I'm going to have dinner."

"Ah, that's bad for weird times. I bought it right at the convenience store, so why don't you come with me?

When I said that, Kozai, you snorted a little laughing.

At first, he had a small mouth, and he gradually broke it down while talking about cartoons, stories about my friends in special photography mania, etc.

After dinner, you can show me to my room. He showed me the comics and lanobes he has.

They read a wide range of genres like comics are pretty old or something. Lanobe still has quite a few different worlds. It's a classic, and it's really convenient. Yeah.

I kept chatting about comics and lanobes for a while, but I tried to shake the story of a fig in anticipation of being able to crack it down adequately.

You trusted me somewhat. It's not like when I was in school. It tells me pale things that have happened before without ever getting emotional.

As a result, I figured it out, but to say that only those four people are jerking him off. Although some classmates barely spoke, I could hear that some students could call themselves good friends.

"I couldn't stand it anymore then and I did that, but Dr. Kashiwaki stopped me..."

"As it turns out, nobody's hurt, and the school side doesn't seem to be going to make it a problem, so you don't have to worry. I know how you feel, and that's all they were hunting you down, right?

When I say it, Kozai, you snort with a remorseful look.

"Everyone could do it if they were in the same position. But if I had waved that hand down there, Kozai, I would have left a big scratch in your life. So if something gets cornered the next time, you're gonna have to run away."

"... don't you run, don't you say?

"Running away is a fine tactic, isn't it? If you have a winning eye, you need to get away and calm down first. So, think about how you can win. If you can't think of one yourself, rely on people. How can I make myself laugh at the end of the day? I wish I could do that."

I'll give Kozai the paper with your contact information and e-mail address.

"If anything happens, think about it and become a trail, don't contact me. I'm on the brink of being there. Oh, and take a couple of days off till you feel better, then come to school... then skip it because it's a corner opportunity"

"Um, thank you, thank you"

Kozai finally laughed year after year.

With that look on my face, I decided to quit.

This will be fine for today.

I think I've finished the planting.

Kozai, I'm back home from your house. I'm running to get ready for this later.

What do you care about using the treasure of metastasis to go to different worlds or shop over here?

Hmm? What are you doing?

There's no way you're gonna be watching without doing anything like this, is there?

I'm going to solve this problem my way.

When will it be 2: 00 in the middle of the night amidst all sorts of meals, preparations and baths?

It's called "Three Ugly Hours of Sleep for Grass Trees, too".

Now, is it time to start?