Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Walk to school food after morning classes.

I went to high school, but I didn't have any food to learn, so it's a little fresh.

The closest way to get from the classroom building to the building with the learning food is through the courtyard.

In the courtyard, each circle at the university had a freshman solicitation campaign. I don't have time right now, so I'm about to peek sideways, but it's a corner, so I want to go into some circles.

But you also want to increase the number of bytes ~.

A booth with several motorcycles parked in it went into my eyes.

It says' Touring Circle '.

"Touring."

Come to think of it, I've never toured normally even though I'm on a motorcycle.

When I was in high school, I was chased to study and part-time and I just went for a run on a weekend night.

Our house is a very ordinary salaried man. Besides, because I was three sisters and brothers, they said, "If you want to go to a private college, you can work." It was this college that my brother and sister attended, so the school of choice was almost automatically limited.

But I only have a brain miso about the crowd. What a pretty expensive hurdle it was for me to be s big, so I didn't have time for touring on holidays, did I?

Still, it was worth the effort and I was able to pass active duty, so my parents decided to pay all the tuition properly. I was relieved when I wandered and they said that my tuition was half folded or something. Thanks to you, I can make a dime for my part-time job.

It's fun to attack at night, but a lot of people I know there are pretty pointy people, and honestly, they're subtle as friends.

I want more, like, friends who normally go somewhere to play or waste time or something.

I want an older girlfriend or something if I can. Pretty sure I want it.

People in the booth saying it feels like a chill, maybe senior circles, but they look like normal casual people. And there seems to be a girl too. I could only see a little, but it was cute.

What shall I do?

Shall we come in?

I'd have gotten to school food at some point if I'd been crushing my head with such a fun problem.

"Is that it? Kent!

"Hmm? Ah, Ichinose and Ernomiya? Is that it? Was Omae and the others at this university, too?

I had a classmate in high school.

They weren't particularly close, but they talked a lot in class.

Because of this, I decide to sit at the same table.

Talk about recent developments appropriately while eating ramen meals. I'm glad I just got into college and didn't know anyone or anything. I probably won't see her that much because she seems to have the most different undergraduates.

"Hey, did you decide on a circle or something?

Ernomiya asks.

Uh-huh, sounds like a college student.

"Ahhh, I'd prefer a circle with lots of compass and stuff"

Immediately Ichinose answers. I do imagine a compact when I say college circle, right?

"I said," Two. "Kent feels more alone on the stoke than in some circle or something, right?" Li, eh?

"Ah, don't be like that. That's what happened in high school."

When I tried to say a circle that I was worried about, Ichinose said it, and Ernomiya agreed with me sneering. I'm not listening to them. Speaking of which, it was these guys.

Even so, do they have that image of me?

Yes, I can't tell you, I want to come in circles and make friends, I can't tell you...

While you two are shocked by your perceptions of me, I'm done eating and I'm out of school.

And once again, I walk in the courtyard looking at the circle solicitation.

"I knew college circles would be fun."

"The athletic department sounds like a bee, though. Ah! That circle over there, you're so cute girl!

The touring circle I also saw when I came when I looked around while dating Ichinose and Ernomiya, who are criticizing the circle as they roared. I mean, look at the four bikes lined up in front of that booth.

Bonneville 790, Kawasaki Z250, Sero and motorcycles of different types are on display in the CB1300SF. Maybe that means any bike will be fine.

My brother gave me my bike, too, and I really like it. It's not the kind of motorcycle that a very freshly out of high school kid can ride, and it's the motorcycle my brother bought when he was desperate to work part-time in college.

Me and my brother were ten years apart, and I had a child as soon as my brother got married last year, so he said, "I'm not riding a motorcycle anymore," and gave it to me.

CBR954RR Fire Blade. It's a monster bike with European specifications. I'm proud of my car.

Until then, it was a 250 cc bike my brother used to ride, and you just got it, me.

It's just that, and I figured other bikes would be interested. Both CB and Bonneville are different types, but if you're a motorcyclist, it's a fancy car that's not weird to admire.

Ichinose called out when he looked at it thinking that way.

"Oh? If you're on a motorcycle, Kent, why don't you come in?"

"Bacca, I'm a runner, okay? It's a null circle. I'm not interested."

The image of me that I just heard caught my eye and I accidentally said that.

It's a lie, isn't it? I'm really interested. I want a motorcycle friend. Senior girl is awesome and cute.

"I don't want to run with a motorcycle that just looks more or less like Bonneville or 1300 SuperFour."

... I've done it. Hi.

Running mean and extra things in strange places for a long time was misunderstood and scolded.

Even though my brother and sister told me scattered, "Omae needs to be more careful with the words, one of these days we're going to be in big trouble," I don't have to tell you.

And heavenly punishment will soon descend.

"Kah! I'm here, hey, I'm just on a speeding motorcycle. There's no big tech. There's a runner-up kid. Come on. Well, only a guy like that can be quick on the bed."

Yeah, I was in the booth saying it in a tone that makes me look like a little fool. A senior-looking amazing beauty with a slightly tight eye. I was a little jerked off, I don't like anything.

But don't listen to the last word! How do you know my secret??

"Is that about me now?

I overheard it in a hard voice even though I shouldn't react.

"Hmm? What? I knew it was early on the bed. Well, it's because you look so full of chi-o-cuss and stinky. But you're gonna be okay, okay? Even a techless premature ejaculation kid like that would act right if she was a sweet woman!

Seriously? Do I look like that?

No, stop choosing my trauma.

I went out with a college lady who was introduced to me by my sister before, and I finally stayed over, but I had to be quick to finish then. "Huh? Already?" My heart hurts when I'm told.

In the end, that was embarrassing and I couldn't face each other and it disappeared naturally.

And anyway, we have to manage to delude ourselves.

"I didn't say anything! You don't have tech, you're a runner, you don't even know, you're kidding me, you're fighting and selling!

disprove the argument by slacking it.

But to the quote that Boroxo missed, I couldn't pull in and became the wingman of a motorcycle fight.

The opponent was on the spot an unusually present pink rabbit wearing seniors. Lovely and fancy look is a little scary on the back. It's so big.

Besides, it looks like another beautiful senior who was on the spot hated me.

Or the level of this circle woman person is too high, right? It's torture, not what kind of reward those seniors hate early in school or anything!

I was supposed to finish the rest of my lecture that day, depressed by my unnecessary troubles because of one extra word.

And the weekend.

It is the Day of Promise.

I've thought about it a lot since then. What to do for my future college life.

I don't care what you think. The situation is like selling fights to seniors early in school is lame. If you suck, it's a botch straight line. I had a circle that looked good because of it.

"Yoshi! If you go, apologize for the quick attack!

There's no way we're not going, so we'll bow our heads to the seniors as soon as we get there.

I'm sure it's okay because a lot of people seemed nice. It should be. Maybe.

I don't know what's gonna happen to that senior who's been inciting me, but that rabbit guy seems to be the chairman, and I feel like if I even apologize, he's gonna forgive me.

Even if it's a battle, if you pee too much, the university and the police won't shut up, so maybe it's only about the circle people who were there, and it's crazy that I keep my head down because it's just the seniors.

Yeah. Let's do that.

Pi ~ npo ~ n

The moment you decide to act and try to leave the house in a mood, the chime of the house rings.

When I opened the front door, there was Ichinose and Ernomiya in front of the gate of the house.

"Yo! I'm here to see Kent's sunny stage!

No, don't come! You can't apologize if Omae and the others are here!

"Yes, no, because I'm good enough alone"

Please, just go home!

"I asked the guy in high school, didn't I? Kent's fast, isn't he? I know I won't call the others because I'm the one who smashes the seniors' ments, but I don't care if you support me or not."

Don't take any extra care, because I'm good!

"And anyway, when I get over there, I'll keep my head down. I'm pretty sure I told the seniors."

Instead, I'm willing to sit in the ground with my whole body.

"Kent is serious. Well, it would be nice if I showed him Ude in the battle after that!

"We're looking forward to it!

You're not going home...

I have no choice but to take them both out of the house.

The old road I promised is a familiar course that I've been running on and on. I arrive without getting lost because I know the place very well.

My heart stays lost, though.

"Banned From Passage For Film Shooting Period 2000 • Monday • Sunday 10am-4pm"

Signs placed at the entrance of the old road and gates blocking the road.

Movie shoot? Nanicole?

When someone looks like a guard opens the gate and goes inside, there's a lot of people there, uh, more than fifty of them, right?

Huh? Seriously?

You can sit in the ground like this!

I see a familiar senior, so I'm heading that way.

Then another, man's senior likeness approached.

Flushly. Maybe this guy's the chairman, but seriously? Mecha, I'm afraid?!

Definitely 180cm is a muscle that is superior in height and wide in shoulder width, even from above the rider suit. I don't mean to be a guttural, but I can see at a glance that you're all worked up.

The expression seems calm, but somehow there's no hammering of being or intimidating. I've never seen it before, but isn't this what Japanese swords look like?

And two women with me. One of them would be as good as me, but the other looks like he's in his mid-twenties. They're both a little too pretty to be seen on TV. Especially the older ones have good style, good tight eyes and good ole preference dstrikes.

... I'm sure you won't be able to deal with them.

And, anyway, let's apologize.

"... I'm sorry I said something extra during this time. But there's something I can't pull either."

... tempered. I was swallowed up by the atmosphere and said extra things again.

I want to cry.

My senior responded with a mild bitter laugh, but you're packing this already, aren't you?

Don't take my insides as far as I can.

Apparently, it's even begun to wager, and a receptionist counter has been created, before which a brief description of me and my predecessors is written on the panel.

Sage Totsuka

168 cm, 59 km.

Bike CBR954RR Fire Blade 151hp

Bike history, two years, five months.

The Fastest Legend of S Big One Night!

Rabbit Kashiwaki

185cm 83km

Bike CB250 F29 hp

Bike history, four years, ten months.

S college three years, ciscon harlem bastard.

... The fastest legend of the night is about motorcycles, right? Isn't that right?

I don't want to miss anything more than that.

Unexpectedly ask back to the woman's senior.

I won't allow my bride to bike at 250 cc for anything.

But you tell my opponent that's enough.

I just came with a cock.

That makes me have another bad habit.

"You're very confident. Well, if I win, I'll be on your side. Give me that tall girlfriend."

"Ahhh? Why don't you say something?

Hi, he's dead!

Today is definitely my day of life.

so much pressure that you can't even breathe emanating from seniors. Maybe I'm the killer.

Fun memories I've had and family faces come to mind and disappear.

Father, mother, brother, sister, forgive me for the misfortune that preceded you.

When I regretted my life, the woman was taken for granted. [M]

Thanks! We will lick your feet at any time!

My senior told me something after that but I was desperate to adjust my breath and it didn't come into my ear. I feel like I promised you something.

It's not the other way around because I'm embarrassed I got a little bit of a chick.

My pants are getting cold.

Fortunately, I'm wearing a waterproof leather snail, so I can't see it from the outside.

Anyway, move the shiatsu and the bike to the starting position in order not to make the situation any worse.

As he took a deep breath to let down his feelings, a senior, who had moved to the starting point as well, spoke to him.

Apparently, he's not angry anymore. Thanks.

"Well, what, we're in a weird way with each other. Please. And I don't think you're insulting that bike."

That's what you told me.

Hmm? Does that mean I'm the one being insulted?

Let's not think about it. It's going to fail again, considering the extras.

I shake hands because the senior offered me his hand.

Then at that moment, something felt weird wrapping me up.

I'm sure it's my fault because I don't feel anything at the next moment.

And finally, to say the least, the start is off.

Think about the future later, let's seriously challenge the battle now.

Until this exhaust difference means we lose, it's unacceptable. Even if it's a certainty that I'll be grounded later, I'm a runner. You can't lose with all this handedness.

The throttle is fully open at the same time as the flag is waved.

I'm the winner.

Then it clears the curve smoothly.

I know that the road surface is easier to see and there are no opposing cars compared to the nights I usually run. I can do whatever I want.

The difference in power goes moro for the climb. I just want to keep the difference as wide as I can. Because I'm so confident, I'm probably at a disadvantage down there.

Sometimes I thought that.

You're riding too much chosi. Sorry, Nasai.

When the climb plugged to the end, a high engine sound of 250 cc was heard from the rear.

I didn't think so. When I looked at Miller, my senior bike was approaching.

It was an incredible thought, but it wasn't a dream, it wasn't an illusion. I mean, it was caught up on the climb.

The slip cannot be pulled apart in a straight line after climbing through the climb.

And down.

I felt like I could pull out some of the curves at any time, but I was lightly pulled out with S-shapes with high and low differences.

No, I know I'll pull it out. If you go in with obvious overspeed, that'll get you out. But I can't bend at that speed.

And if I thought so, my senior easily overturned my predictions.

Defeat the bank deep enough to shred the steps and slide the rear wheel. Bank on the opposite side using a bounce of high side criticality.

Escape speeds are overwhelmingly faster than curve entry speeds.

I'm desperate to chase him, too.

Chotch leaks into acceleration down.

Follow seniors as they endure the cold in their thighs.

Seeing my senior riding made a good difference to me.

The line doesn't answer the opposite lane. It's all just in the driveway.

It's supposed to be easier to use all the lanes because the opposite car isn't coming. I didn't do that.

Besides, the position is even Lean With, R's tight curve, to Lean In.

Yet fast. Yet it's bent properly.

I don't know what that means.

But the senior riding was very beautiful. I don't feel a little out of shape and I don't feel compelled. It seemed like a very affordable ride.

By the time half the descent had passed, I couldn't see that back either.

That's why you can't give up. Run at the best possible speed while wanting to reward one arrow at a time.

It's not like the senior who came back from bending over the last curve down.

I open the folding throttle with a pylon in order to make a pretty good difference but salvage it with a climb.

Still, I couldn't catch that back until I climbed out in the end.

My heart is filled with remorse and pity. But throwing battles is more regrettable than that. That's not all I can do.

Hold down the fear of the descent and turn the curve.

The line is out in the open with a full eye for road width.

swell outward after that through the in.

The moment you cross the center line, the rear wheel slips at the same time as the feeling of zali.

Hurry back the throttle. No, I put it back.

The rear wheel that was slipping rapidly restores the grip and rises so that the bike's upper body jumps according to inertia.

"Ah!" I thought, jumping off a motorcycle.

Fortunately, it was on the mountain side that I was flown, but I still get ready and stiffen myself up at the moment I crash into the ground.

Because it was extreme. Unsurprisingly, the moment of the clash felt like "Po Po," but anyway, I roll straight down the ravine and finally stop. but now the motorcycle that lost its rider slips toward me with it falling.

This is what scares me about the high side.

The rider gets flown first, and then the bike comes after him.

Bikes stick in there because more frictional people stop first.

I catch and solidify a motorcycle slipping into the corner of my sight.

I meditate my eyes unintentionally but it never struck me.

The bike stopped about a meter in front of me when I opened my fearful eyes.

I was scared. I was scared. No, seriously, I was scared.

He's alive, isn't he? I'm alive, right? Actually, if you're dead and you realize it, there's no such thing as a different world, right?

I exhale heavily and wake up.

Stand up and check your body, but it looks like you should have been thrown out with a lot of momentum but no place to hurt in particular. Lucky.

The bike... the mirror on the right is broken. And the cowl is cracked. Shock.

But I'm glad it was as good as this.

Wake up the bike and turn the cell.

Looks like the engine is fine. If so, let's resume the race.

I know you've already confirmed your loss, but at least I just want to score a goal.

And then wet and cold all the way inside the boot.

I wonder why the road surface is dry. hahahaha...... haha...

I managed to regain my mind and score a goal.

It's all kinds of messy in my head.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm glad I saved you. I accidentally bumped my emotions toward a senior who worried me as an impulse.

The seniors were not angry, but lightly corrected my faults and misunderstandings.

The expression is so calm, I can tell that I'm really thinking about the bike and who rides it.

Cool.

So was that riding, but I felt naturally in a huge high position with the basics stuck at a high level.

It doesn't matter whether it's special technology or awesome performance, but it's still way ahead of me.

He was my brother when it came to the object of admiration for me until now, but now he's beyond that. No, of course not. You still respect your brother, don't you? Seniors are more than that.

There's no point in being mean anymore.

I bowed my head to the seniors.

He seemed so confused, but I think he managed to get me to forgive him.

It may be bottom line as an assessment, but let's salvage it with future action.

And

"Can I call you 'brother' about the seniors?

I asked thoughtfully.

No, I figured the name of the guy you admired was' brother ', right?

I could be such a cool guy if I followed this guy.

My brother got me in the way because I said that all of a sudden, but I don't have a bad attitude about not being able to do it that way. I'd rather be.

When I stuck to my leg, I was swung away and stepped on my back, but this makes me feel, nothing.

Anyway, thank you for coming. Brother!

The seniors still seem to be playing in the game, so they let me go home first.

Ichinose and the others were gone when they found out, so they went home alone.

I was interested in the NS400R and the pro rider, but I felt too bad that the bottom was still wet from my pants on the boulder.

I wonder if it's okay with a water wipe and fa “ Leeds.

Besides, I need to fix the bike. How much does it cost in Miller and Cowl, huh?

I have to find a part-time job. I want to get back in the circle.

"Is that it?"

When I put the bike in the garage and casually looked at the cowl, I saw a footprint on the side of the bike.

Something's a dog meatball-like shape, but it's too big for that.

"When did you come along? Ma, okay."

I want to get in the house and take off my snail faster than that. Let's take a shower too.