Strategist Witch Shizuku

- A long novel on the subject of egoism, written by "Kojiro", the great literary troupe and Soushi Natsume.

When I first glanced at that sentence in a Mandarin textbook, I was shocked without saying.

It wasn't funny, it was impressive, that kind of thing. Or, then, if you ask me what I felt, I'll be in trouble.

... Yes, I can only say that I was still shocked.

I remember being surprised, even in that sense, that my mind, which I should have clearly understood, was actually something I had never been better at before.

But it didn't seem so to my friends around me.

They uniformly uttered thoughts such as' dark ',' spicy ', etc.

Or, if it's the same Natsume Soushi piece, "Boy" is more interesting.

From that mouthfeel, it didn't look like a similar shock to mine.

I was told by one person that I had a different opinion from them and said, 'Right. It's dark,' he said, smiling and getting in tune.

But in my heart, I felt something black on me.

Then for a while, this novel thing kept lingering in the corner of my head.

When I blossomed into a fun story at lunch. Or on my way home after school, when I hammered a friend's stupidity. That's unexpectedly remembered.

I even thought about forgetting it for a moment. But I really couldn't resist the incredible gravitational pull of this piece, and I decided to visit one, the library after school.

Because the desire to read this novel from start to finish overflowed, not just part of it in the textbook.

And I, Shizuku Hasegawa, came out of Fujido's library.

Tips, tricks, tricks. Every time I take my feet one step further, no, my footsteps sound.

The hallway on the ground floor is quiet with Sin and I can't feel any signs of people.

That should be it, too, now after school after all the classes.

Homecoming students should already be behind the school, the athletics department should be on the ground, the culture department should be on the fourth floor where the art and music rooms are consolidated, and the teachers should be upstairs in the staff room.

Walking down such a deserted hallway temporarily, I arrived at my destination.

I lay my hands on the laterally open door in front of me.

And gently pulled aside.

A door that makes a galloping noise and opens.

Then he glances at this one, a boy student sitting inside a counter set up indoors, perhaps a librarian.

But you lost interest right away or you dropped your gaze on the book at hand.

As I step inside the library, I run my gaze left and right as I close the door with my back hand.

Is the window open for ventilation even though it's winter?

Cold wind through that window and the sound of kins and tall, baseball clubs hitting the ball comes in.

Each table installed indoors had a sparse appearance of a person.

I don't know anyone... do I?

Yeah, whining inside, I'm surprised to see what's going on indoors.

Once I finished running my gaze indoors, I first breathed relief.

Still, in the footsteps of a thief, it's time to look for a bookshelf of purpose.

It's a bookshelf lined with old pieces like Meiji and Dae-jong.

Uh,............... this way, huh? Yeah, probably this way.

Walk with a proper hit as you wander through your gaze with Kyoro Kyoro.

But...

Um, I can't find it.

I am immediately noticed that my guess, or just a misunderstanding, was off target.

I just frown a little on that fact.

I have had many opportunities to make use of the library, but it is difficult to find because it is different from the genre I usually read.

Unlike the history bookshelves, right?... Well, another bookshelf, I guess.

Ask yourself in your heart what you know so well.

Damn, a bookshelf lined with historical book genres would tell right away...... Unexpectedly, so solitary.

Yes, I am the owner of a hobby called "Historical Woman," and even in the library I had many opportunities to borrow the book of that hand.

When I was little, I didn't really take it personally because it was a non-girly hobby......

Thanks to the penetration of the word "historical woman" these days, I am not shy enough to sing my hobby, so long as I am happy.

I go through between the bookshelves, thinking that there is no such attachment.

Then the title of a book caught my eye.

The title is, "Galactic Railroad Night". Needless to say, Kenji Miyazawa's masterpiece.

Oh, I'm sure it's around here!

My heart is filled with relief and joy.

I finally find the bookshelf I'm looking for and walk over before it does.

And I slipped my fingers on the back cover of the book, lining up on the bookshelf.

"Rushengmen" on Mustard River's "Spider Thread"..., "Musashino" on Kunikida's own..., then, "Futon" on Tayama flower bags... there was! Natsume Soushi's "Kokuro".

When I bend my fingertips like hooks, I pull that book out of my bookshelf -.

"Are you interested in" Kojiro "by Soshi?

"Wow!?

All of a sudden he talks from behind, and he raises his barbaric voice.

On top of that, the book slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor.

I rush up to pick up the book and look back in awe.

Acknowledging the person I had spoken to from behind, I managed, once again, to find myself about to raise my voice of surprise.

Standing behind her was a girl wearing a broken uniform and her brightly dyed head stretched to her shoulder tip. - It was my classmate Fujido Chu.

She was usually such a female student with me, no, not with any of the girls in her class, including me.

Why would she do that? Why are you talking to me?

Doubt brings sickles.

If you say something about me, it might be a little too humbling. But in fact, it would be an appropriate expression for a mediocre self like anywhere else.

For example, academic achievement, which is the body of the student, stands above and most inconspicuously within.

History lovers are high and only society is top notch, but other subjects beat average scores and approximations by brilliant.

Assuming there's something else to be proud of besides history, I used to learn pearl math in elementary school, and calculations are only quick...

So no matter what they say, there's no choice level.

Then, the thing that bothers me most about you as a girl of your age. Speaking of appearance......

Well, I'm not too proud to look bad.

But I don't know what's going on. Yeah, I can't get out of the plain impression.

Like the girl in front of me, if I dye my hair, maybe it will be different again, but I can't help but stomp that far.

At least as an obsession, I have long stretched my dark hair...... hard to say attractive.

Meanwhile, if you want to criticize her, Fujido, she has a good appearance and excellent grades.... Nevertheless, it is a rare type of person who can never just be described as behaving correctly.

Like a bad student, I don't do that to cause any major problems or to serve up stupid things.

I just don't try to accept what I don't want to do, what I don't feel comfortable with, or what I'm not comfortable with, there was such a thing.

Because he is such a person, there are often horns in relationships. The clash of hands was not uncommon to extend not only to alumni, but also to teachers.

Always do what you want, do what you want. Few people furiously hate her for being such a selfish woman.

But among them she was always a person to be seen at a glance from around her.

It wasn't simply about her superior appearance or brains, that's why, I can't say well, but she had something somewhere like Hua.

Even if you don't belong to a group and you're alone, like any other female student, you'll never be a terminal.

Being more than one, she has an atmosphere like that of a lonely protagonist, independent in the heart of a circle of people who wind it far away.

A kind of idol (idol) that is a problem child and does not, however, attract people's eyes.

That's why I don't know. How could she have called me out?

... Is it just a distraction?

That's probably the most likely thing. Anyway, she was famous for being selfish as well as being in a hell of a mood.

"Hey, are you listening to people?

With an obviously irritating voice, again, Fujido talks to me.

Oh, shit, I need to get back to you!

"Eh! I mean, I wonder... what..."

A response with no contents and no ambiguity, its upper butt stump. Fujido's eyebrows rise.

... Yeah, no reply right now. It must irritate you, even if you're not Fujido.

She shows a bare gesture of something to say, but in the end she steps forward silently, without saying anything.

Ji, is it exercising strength!? Wolf over too many things.

I zach, let my body escape to the side...... but Fujido doesn't mind me like that and pulls two books out of the bookshelf.

And to me, he stuck the book out.

"Ugh, huh?

Again, I accidentally receive a book offered to me, leaking a dumb voice.

"You should read that book, too."

"Ha ha..."

"You're gonna love this."

To tell him so unilaterally, Mr. Fujido turned his heel back and left from before me.

I drop off that hindsight in awe. And when I couldn't see that, I sighed deeply.

One comfort, where I finally lose my gaze on the two books handed to me.

There were titles' Princess Mai 'and' Human Disqualification '.