Reiryuu Academy Student Council

"Tojo sprouts"

The voice of the Holy Night echoes in the room.

Even when I heard the name, the bud grenade was flat.

"Which bud grenade are you mistaken for?

The bud grenade asks that with a kellow face. Holy Night was also interesting for bud grenades that would only shine.

"Tojo sprouts. The only daughter of the president of the Tojo Group. Mother, Mr. Hoodie, died as a result of her birth. I had been perfectly educated since I was three as the next president. And at the age of five, he showed outstanding talent in both Bunwu. Already in public. But about ten years ago, seven years old at the time, she was kidnapped by someone complaining about Mr. Tojo, and died after a week in prison."

Holy Night lightly reads the material at hand.

"Meanwhile, Nanhara sprouts. On the household registry, no particular problems. However, only records have been found since the second grade of elementary school in Nagano Prefecture. Coincidentally, the same time Mr. Nanahara, who lived in Tokyo at the time, moved to Nagano Prefecture with his family and the same time that Tojo Bud Grey died. Also, my father, Shigeji Nanahara, is an old friend of Kenichiro Tojo from middle school. And Mr. Tojo Hayashi was Nanahara's childhood friend."

When the Holy Night had finished saying everything, the bud grenade laughed.

"You've come up with a bold idea that a dead human being is alive. Impossible, isn't it? I don't think so."

"Seya. But Tojo has the power to do it. Do it before breakfast, enough to make a living human dead."

Holy Night took two pictures out of the tea envelope.

There was a clear lady with beautiful long dark hair who was still young and a mediocre girl with short dark hair in each picture. The outfit and hairstyle are completely different. But only the atmosphere was somewhere similar.

"This is a six-year-old Tojo sprouts and a 10-year-old Nanahara sprouts."

Holy Night was couscous laughing as he looked at the picture.

"Doesn't it just change the pattern? Think you used to have qualities that would make you prettier?

Holy Night says such nonsense and laughs.

"Almost takes the core, though. I don't know what kind of hand you used, but even if you use the Qinzo network, you'll get a decision. It's only within speculation. Oh. That's Tojo."

"I'm confident even though it's a range of speculation."

The bud grenades react as if they were other personnel.

"Did I tell you? He said he would almost take the core. How many people are going to turn this information around to the public and still say Nanahara and Tojo are different?

The Holy Night rises from the couch and walks over to the bud grenade.

"But you don't know. Whatever the reason in that case, you're dumped by Tojo. Do it all the time? And yet Tojo went to see you. It doesn't make sense. More funnier... that you stay at the Nanhara family. Shigeji Nanahara is your mother's childhood friend..."

Holy Night laughed niggardly.

"I kept thinking about your mother for years."

The bud grenade didn't respond to anything when he heard it. I just don't open my mouth in any way while I lean down.

"Your father, who appeared later on, took it. And a daughter who misses her and hates old friends is now her own daughter. You just seem to have been used as a tool for harassment. From Mariko Nanahara, the daughter of a woman who has thought of her husband for years, she must hate you."

Holy Night turns a pitiful gaze on the bud grenade.

"Poor you. I can help you."

The Holy Night whispered so in the ears of bud grenades.

"Poor..."

The bud grenade shrugged and laughed haha with his nose.

"Fine. And all speculation. Whoever believes it is not true, it is not true."

The bud grenade said clearly.

There is no heart to sway in the words of the Holy Night.

Seeing a bud grenade like that, Holy Night bites my lips. Then he grabbed the bud grenade shoulder with momentum and pressed it against the door.

"Don't get on with it. If you insist on being a Nanhara bud grenade, you'll be damned. The difference between you and me is heaven and earth. If you do the Tojo sprouts, the behavior that is forgiven is also not forgiven by you, who are the Nanahara sprouts. If you change your style, do you lose your head so badly you don't even know that?

The bud grenade opened his eyes cuttingly to the words of the Holy Night, gripping the arms of the Holy Night on his shoulders.

"I don't care how much you scorn me, but don't make fun of that house"

Bud grenades stare into the eyes of the Holy Night. On the opposing Holy Night, I looked into the bud grenade's eyes and laughed with my nose.

"Well, yeah. That's better than your answer. You want to take my side?

Holy Night turns a mockery glance at the bud grenade. Though there was plenty to think of in that eye, the bud grenade meditated his eyes and bowed his head.

"I accept your promise not to talk about the Tojo sprouts."

Holy Night laughs all the time not to say funny.

"Okay. I'm a man who keeps his word. Please do me a favor."

The face of the bud grenade is covered in dripping hair and invisible.

Shin looked bored about such a bud grenade.

On Holy Night we headed to the school director's room, where there were two bud grenades and Shin alone in the secretary's office.

"What are you up to, really coming?

Shin, who had been silent until just now, opened his mouth. The bud grenade turns only cautiously to his gaze and clasps his shoulders.

"Nothing. But even if it's not true, it's annoying."

"What if it's not true... At a time when we can predict that they've looked into it, is that the answer? I knew you'd become an idiot, didn't I?

In the corners and corners of the room the two have such conversations.

"Either way, it doesn't matter to me. Oh, yeah. That good-looking guy. Lotus Moon Fengya, right? Aren't you crying by now? You've always been obsessed with me."

He's not such a weak man.

Makoto looks bored again at the words of the bud grenade. But I immediately went back to my original smile and put my hand on the door.

"Where are you going?

"Library room. The kid waiting for me is like a mountain, right? The lady likes you too."

The bud grenade looked at Makoto laughing like that in contempt.

"What? Oh, could I have tried to kiss you these days, do you care? That's really just leisure time crushing. Did you mean it? Then I'm sorry. I'm not interested in you."

"How dare you talk to Pelapella about something you haven't even heard?"

That's what the bud grenade said and pointed his body at the bookshelf in the Secret Service.

Shin stares at such bud grenades with black eyes.

"Well... try not to get dumped until you get tired of Holy Night"

The door of the Secret Service closed with a slightly loud noise.