Seek reasons, seek answers.
People ask for answers to what the hell makes them different from others.
However, the process is less interesting and hopes to arrive at it in the shortest possible time.
How could someone who was never better than others have had a different outcome than ourselves?
Few people get to the real answer, denying the reality that has been poked out.
I think about it as a high school student wondering if people are going degenerate due to changing times, changing environments.
In the first place, I guess this is just child bullshit because I don't have enough information and wisdom to talk about human superiority and inferiority, progress and retreat.
I walk past the front desk of the hotel and sit back on a couch set up near the store.
Even if students are staying in large quantities on school trips, regular guests visit.
Because we visited near the front desk during the busiest hours, or the graceful BGM had also been erased with the sound of people's conversations, travels, and bells informing us that the elevator had arrived in front of the front desk.
At some point, I was no longer in the mood for an in-house tour.
No purpose, just bypassing people.
The voices of the young people heard from nearby are probably those of our school students who also see souvenirs in the shops.
Fun school trips continue in their current progression.
Even in our room, a boy student would be leaning his neck in the same room without knowing what that means.
One thing, how did you spend it as this school trip continues to go unheeded?
I lean down, zero my breath, and when I am weak, I hear the floor treading with a cutlet.
At a constant rate, when I was leaning down, noticing the footsteps approaching me slightly, but not raising my gaze, words similar to the situation I once had were thrown at me.
"Is that you, Makoto?
……
Raise your gaze with conditional reflexes to the called name.
Moments, thoughts that dominated my head and so on disappear, and words come out first with zero bitterness.
"You know the date, the time and the place, and it's hard to pretend to meet the first time, isn't it, Mr. President?"
At the end of his gaze, Miya Kirasaka was standing smiling, dressed in a tall suit that looked as well maintained as new
They are in the same space, but the atmosphere they emit is different from that of the general public.
Looking at celebrities, it's something close to a person's mood that Aura is different after all.
The trick of listening to my words, closing my eyes and laughing is very similar to my daughter, Minoru Kirasaka.
Inside, surprising, naturally, it was heard that Kirosaka had a father in Okinawa before descending into Okinawa.
This person is not surprised to visit between jobs.
I thought I'd sit next to him, and when I moved just a little next to him, the president would sit back in natural motion.
Turning his gaze to the front desk, he probably has a slightly different intent because this guy, the owner, visited.
Will I even call the manager?
But the person at the time looked around and nodded in the hotel to see if he cared about anything.
"I only went to this hotel a few years ago, so I was worried about the details, so I didn't have to worry about it."
"... right, it's a beautiful hotel"
The Cesar figurine and ornamental plants installed right after entering the hotel make me imagine the South, and even I have never been to Okinawa, I feel like Okinawa.
Or it's like Okinawa.
When I look at Cesar, I generally feel Okinawa sensation.
Instead, it's all the way to Okinawa just to see the palm wood-like trees growing by the sea.
No way, I went to check on the hotel.
Some, when I turn my gaze of doubt, I draw meaning and put my body behind my back and put my feet together.
The eyes of the fishing eye are slightly more serious, spinning the words with a low but like voice that reaches the back of the ear.
"The expression looks brighter than when we met before the cultural festival, but it doesn't look like we're enjoying our school trip"
"... I'm sorry, I'm not dissatisfied with the hotel or anything"
The gaze directed at me felt like I was seeing through everything.
Birth, mood, everything.
I stumbled out of sight and told him to deceive me.
"Well... your age needs a lot to worry about, and there are two people I'd like to see today."
"Are you someone you want to see..."
That said, what lies ahead of the president is the corner where the souvenirs are displayed adjacent to the store.
Just when our high school girls got out of the elevator with more than one person, they were watching.
Some of them have the same class of women, as well as Shizukuishi and Kirosaka.
At first glance, the two of us don't even look like friendly souvenir discernment...
"You look disgusting..."
Especially Beautiful Lusaka...
Shizukuisha occasionally calls out to Kirasaka for her opinion, but Kirasaka had her arms around clouding her expression and looking bored.
I guess I even replied appropriately, this time Shizuku looked grumpy and said something.
Then, Kirasaka is willing to do a little too, and takes the product.
What are you doing, those guys?
From here on out, the president looked to Shizuku as impressed, not even hearing the conversation but honestly expressing his opinion.
"That's an extreme girl, whether she likes it or not, and if she's interested or not, her reaction turns blatantly"
He seems like a father, he has to be nice.
Is this your father's warm jerk?
Look, it hasn't changed at all.
The atmosphere is still hard for employees to get close to, so if I tell you, there are fewer employees at the front desk than I saw earlier.
Power and people's expectations aren't the same, is that helpful?
When I feel like I'm being taught a lesson in life without words, I change my story about the subject.
"The other one, Yudo Ohara, is in the same grade."
"Yes, but did your daughter even tell you?
Let's be clear, she doesn't like Yudo.
I've never heard of solid evidence, but I'll admit it myself.
It's not as long as I can remember what she's going to tell me at home.
When I ask, the president shakes his head to the side.
"Except for Cee, there's only three people that she's talked to in person, you and your sister, and that girl."
At the end of their gaze, two gazes are pointed at Shizukuishi.
How, I wonder, did you explain Shizukuishi to the president, very concerned but at the same time very scared?
The relationship between oil and water.
But I doubt it more.
If you haven't talked about Yudo, where have you talked about Yudo since?
But the question was answered immediately.
"Kuroi said he had picked up five people, including his daughter, at the amusement park, so I stopped by the cultural festival wondering who the blank person my daughter wouldn't talk about, and I asked him who you were."
"Oh... is that what you mean"
I'm convinced.
Indeed, it was Kuroi, who also assisted the president, who was in charge of the transfer at that time.
Did you notice the discrepancy between the number of people your daughter talked to and the report, even if you didn't bring it up on the subject yourself?
"I wonder what kind of student you are Yudo Ohara from you?
Again, be questioned.
You don't even have to think about Yudo Ohara from me.
More than once, I've asked myself similar questions.
"You're handsome, smart, you're good at sports and you're so angry you like it."
"It's like talking about someone you don't like."
"I hate him... now he is"
With a bitter smile, the words were revealed.
Even though I'm not as extreme as a person named Minoru Kirasaka, I'm also a clear type of person to like or dislike.
I don't want to get involved with undesirable people.
But why is Yudo Ohara different?
Because it has to do with the past?
That's only a story of the past, and it's just an excuse to say it's because he pulled it up to the present and used to be a good guy.
Still, I'm not cut off because I hated him and admired him more than anyone else.
The trigger is only trivial.
You simply don't want to lose on foot, you don't want to lose on the test?
Because even though I realized I couldn't win, I unconsciously thought that the emotion of not wanting to lose to him was something I shouldn't let go of.
I'm sure if you let go, you'll never come back.
It's more precious to me to be the amazing one that I have sincerely admitted to being close to than the amazing person in the world who only knows my face.
But I also see shade on its back.
Kindness hides what it is.
I don't need to look back, I just want you to keep going foolishly. My back is stopping at some point and waiting for me to line up on the side.
Kindness sometimes becomes evil and an obstacle to inhibiting oneself.
I don't really care what it looks like to be wearing a lid myself, an ability that should be no less than Shizukuishi or Kirosaka.
I boil my selfish anger that I wasn't after this.
But that can't be said to anyone, and naturally not to anyone next door.
"Because the protagonist will need a villain more than a friend A"
It was a word that came to mind, but I wonder if it would be an appropriate expression from the relationship diagram.
I myself wondered if salt plums would be characteristically better in the scene even for villains than a that I can't expect to be in future developments.
"But why do you care about Yudo?
"It's extra kindness from my daughter."
A smiling face, a voice that doesn't laugh.
I accidentally froze my spine into words that went on with an invisible cold voice in the depths.
"If there seems to be a bad bug flying around my daughter, I thought I'd slap it off while I'm at it"
……
You're scared, you're kidding.
No, this isn't it, you're serious.
of a wild beast whose eyes have identified the object. There is something close to it
... I've only seen wild beasts and about the cat next door, so I'm comparing them to cat eyes.
Behind the thought of a cold sweating neighbor, the president said, breathing zero as if it had cleared up even with worries.
"But it looks like you didn't need to worry about that either, I thought it was about Ceci, the woman standing shoulder to shoulder with her daughter... she sure only cares about her daughter"
"Really..."
I can only see two girls looking at souvenirs unfriendly.
But I guess the president has a different perspective.
"I guess the response to my daughter is natural, but I can see the calculated response to my alumni, it's not as easy as saying what the other person is looking for and doing it thinking about what to do"
With that said, the president lifts his hips and moves forward to the entrance and exit.
"Don't you have to speak to your daughter...?
Take the aisle a little to the left and your daughter will be there.
I came all the way to the hotel until I left work at dusk, you could say a word or so.
But when I asked, I laughed invincibly.
"I've told my daughter she's coming today, and it looks like the three of us have already noticed our gaze."
Point your finger at the store and your gaze is directed behind the large pillar of the hall in the rear right.
From the shadow of the pillar, bright brown hair glistens in his face and shakes as soon as his gaze is pointed.
"You were there too..."
When I whine, Yudo looks at me unexpectedly from the pillar with a bitter laugh.
To the trick, the president, with a gentle smile, causes the stopped stride to resume.
Truth is, personally, I was made to double check that this guy is like a storm going home to upset my mood.