Minoru Kirasaka's father, Minoru Kirasaka, has only met him once before.
Heavy town in the Japanese economy overseeing the Kirasaka Group, one of Japan's leading large companies.
At first glance, it looks sluggish and thin, but I even feel powerful when it comes from nearby.
His face had more sharp eyes than Kirasaka's, but every part looked neat.
Her hair is also shortened and her forehead is raised like an all-back.
It's unclear what kind of stories he was interested in hearing from his daughter, but last time this guy bothered to get to the hotel after taking time out of his busy schedule.
I guess it was a quick visit because I could see the hotel side panicking too.
So is my daughter, but this guy is also quite free to run.
But the atmosphere tells me that the person in front of me is bigger than I imagined.
Aimed eyes do not make you read any of your emotions.
I haven't called him in to play with my kids.
"It was before the summer that I met you, as usual and above all else."
"... because my body is sturdy even when it looks like this"
legs together, hands together. Miya Kirosaka shrugged the president.
Considering that the relative in front of you in your brain is the father of Kirasaka, as well as the president of a company, and the sponsor of this cultural festival, extra thought works.
So sharpen off the extra thoughts.
I don't think it's appropriate for the word, but I'll give it back without taking it badly.
Beautiful Rosaka smiles in an unusual manner, and the chairman smiles bitterly.
Do I look like a young man with an unsatisfactory attitude from around me?
Raw hate, but I don't develop enough communication skills to be able to corny change sides according to people.
But I could even see a thin smile on my mouth as to whether that attitude was favored by the person in front of me.
"Take care of your body. But what I said was not in a healthy way, but in your own spiritual way."
I slapped a tung around my chest with my fingertips and said.
As if everything knew, as if I had understood.
It must have changed a lot from when we met before... that kind of emotion swirls in me, but words go on before that.
"For years, I've been dealing with people of all kinds, regardless of frontiers, and I know that unusual human beings have eyes that change with nature, but your eyes haven't changed a thing."
"Are you an eye..."
By chance, the mirror attached to the wall was next door, so check your own eyes.
Black, pale, cloudy eyes.
Not clear eyes like Shizukuishi, Kirasaka, and the chairmen.
Me, next time I get a chance to see this guy, I'll make color contact.
That's already the glitzy one.
It's even possible to make a colored, "This is the secret to being passed on to the True Good House" medium and two illnesses statement.
But it is also true that the words uttered felt something close to undeniable weight.
Having an out-of-popular observation eye is above all the story of the results this person has produced so far.
Meanwhile, I don't have as many consequences as I can deny.
Still, silencing without being able to say anything is not the same impression you give them when you say it back.
This time I don't want to create a situation as sweet as a child for being called up about a cultural festival.
"It doesn't necessarily connect change to growth… it could degenerate."
Oh, my God, when reason returns it in the words of a good place, Kirasaka sitting next to his father zeroes a couscous and a laugh.
... It wasn't a statement I went to pick up a gag.
With a slightly cooler gaze at her, the chairman sitting next to me tapped his head lightly.
It sounds so creepy indoors.
"Uncle, I'm sorry...... Truly good, speak with a little care"
"You're as tough as ever... there's nobody but me right now, so I don't care enough"
I grabbed my head gently and lowered my head to the chairman, without reluctantly resisting.
But the other guy said it like he didn't even care as much as the hair.
There is no need to hear the slight zero exhalation coming out of the neighborhood from relief and awkwardness.
When you raise your head and gaze at the president again, there's no gentle grin there until now.
The quality of the gaze directed at it was fundamentally different from before.
Everyone in this room had a hunch that the words coming out of his mouth ahead were the essence of this requirement, not only me.
"You're right, that's why I told you, 'As always and above all'... I didn't want you to change badly."
I say my personal opinions plainly in front of him.
Don't worry, the audacity is well inherited to your daughter.
But this may be the first time they've told me they want things to stay the same.
Decide to seek change around you.
If you are a person standing on top of a company, are you still sensitive and hoping for change?
But words were spun from my father in Kirosaka to answer my thoughts.
"Why I care so much about you, not just because my daughter likes you"
……
"Regardless, it was my daughter who inspired me to know. But you have something different around you."
The three quietly listen to the president who speaks that way.
I am interested in what will be told ahead, at least because I am aware that I am not a special person.
"Students are the only place in their lives where human beings of the same age gather fairly together, with no upward or downward relationship to their titles, and therefore human nature is susceptible to the environment"
The eyes that should have been directed sink as dark as they shed their shadows.
Students are not the only ones whose human beings are dyed in a group, even the social ones are the same.
Humans spend a lot of time dyeing the same color to adapt to the environment in which they are placed.
Many things arise from the unconscious idea that good and evil judgments fade because they do similar things around them.
As a result, there are many differences in the world.
Living in a privileged environment makes that natural.
If you're in a bad environment, that makes sense, too.
You deny your own idea that this is normal, and you dye it little by little.
"Secondary school is on the extension of primary school unless it's a family situation or your own will, and it's also young to be called compulsory education. When you're in college, the age range is extraordinarily wide... so I'm paying attention to you, a high school student."
Reassemble your legs and say so The President's expression is serious in itself and stretches his spine.
I don't even feel angry, but I taste that feeling, like being forced to change my own behavior and behavior with every word.
"I understand my daughter's talents better than anyone else, and the same goes for Cee next door to you. I hear there are about two other students with similar talents and abilities in pity."
In the words of his father, his neighbor's daughter gives him an extra face.
Surprisingly, the topic of Shizuku and Yudo appeared from the mouth of Kirasaka.
There are many parts of Yudo that I honestly don't know if Kirosaka herself admits, but when it comes to Shizukusa, Kirosaka also has a certain appreciation.
It is the virtue of Kirasaka not to light up on each other's misfriendship and appreciation.
"... I'm a friend from childhood training and middle school"
Return the gaze that was off and answer the president's question.
When you hear my words and snort, the story goes on.
"People are fascinated and admired by the talented. It would inevitably have a lot of influence and change on the people around you if only a few of them existed close to you... but you still haven't changed."
Finally taking a breath, the president deposits his own body on the couch.
Zero sighs similar to sighs, and I look at this one.
Interestingly, I can't stand the sight of even strange objects.
A fundamentally different gaze from what was being directed at me when I was with Shizukuta.
I felt very bad about why.
It's deep into me, that's the feeling.
"I can't be that person where I admired him... some people move on to get close to the one I admired, others choose to give up"
Potsuri and there were zero words like that coming out of his mouth.
Reality up to the cruelty of my previous familiar life, which I have been reminded of many times.
And I've seen a few people who admire it but give up that it's not possible for me.
Because there are too many people nearby who are too good, it's a reality that makes people see it even if they don't.
"Then which one did you choose?
Hearing my words, the president asked.
The answer didn't immediately come up as to which one you chose.
No, did I make a choice before then?
Did you make the choice to give up because you can't be like them if you want to be like Shizukuishi and Kirasaka?
In the first place, I've never taken any action to be like them either.
Maybe the choice to give up doesn't exist to me in itself.
"I heard that the factor that invited you to the student council is that you can judge things from a third-party point of view... weird to say, you're probably the most suitable person for that role at Sakura no Hill School"
Words of the president that get smaller gradually.
I knew I didn't have to say the words that went on.
Lie down, close your mouth and close your eyes.
They are poking at the reality that has turned away so far.
Why have you lived feeling the temperature difference between me and the surroundings?
Why, you don't understand the emotions you're supposed to know around.
Because I was about to be told that in words now.
"Makoto, your eyes don't even show pity in your heart, do they?
A word I should have been able to say back.
But usually I couldn't utter a word out of my mouth that was supposed to move to rap, and I just had to push silence.