595 - I Was Genderswapped and Reincarnated as a Villainess, but I’m Making this My Personal Yuri Game

"The 595th Chapter: I Want to Hear the Story" "Please take a look at the documents in front of you." “……” I spread out the materials I prepared and began explaining to the academy's affiliates, some guardians, and student council members. After we compiled our observations from the recent physical education class into documents and submitted them to the academy, I was tasked with explaining them. There was no need for us to question the traditional events or contents we’ve always done. I was explaining about the accident-prone two-person obstacle race and the newly introduced two-person scavenger hunt race, covering the report and proposed improvements. “With the proposed improvements, I am confident that safety in the new events will be ensured.” "Amazing!" “I think it’s very well done.” After the explanation, such words of praise came from the teachers and some guardians. Whether they genuinely thought so was dubious, but with the daughter of the Kujo family asserting that it was fine, no one dared oppose. Of course, the primary goal is to prevent accidents and ensure that students can safely participate and enjoy the sports festival. It’s not about silencing opposition with the influence of the Kujo family. Therefore, I am open to any dissent or questions. I might overlook some details, and what seems thorough to us could have unexpected loopholes. “Are there any questions, doubts, or objections?” “Since Lady Kujo and her faction investigated this, there’s nothing to oppose, oh ho ho!” “Yes, indeed! Absolutely no objections against Lady Kujo!” Hmm… The way the previous session's vehement guardians, including those with the Inada family, have flipped their stance is just... If they are sincere, that’s fine, but if it’s merely the might of the Kujo family stifling opposition, I’d rather they voice their true thoughts. Otherwise, I’d be quite distressed if something went wrong and they said, “See, letting the kids investigate led to this…” “How about the parents of the Inada family and the Matsumoto family?” "—! Th-there shouldn't be any problems..." When I directed the conversation towards her, Kaorika Inada’s mother conspicuously averted her gaze and mumbled dismissively. She seemed not entirely convinced. As a parent of one of the accident participants, if there’s something she wants to say, I wish she’d express it plainly, but perhaps it’s difficult for the Inada family, a lesser noble household, to challenge the esteemed Kujo family. But that makes their previous assertive attitude puzzling... Could it be that they were just emotionally charged shortly after their child’s fall, and have now become calmer over time? I hope that’s the case, but I can’t quite shake the feeling that’s not it. “Then, shall we proceed with the safety measures summarized by Miss Kujo?” “No objections!” With the principal’s final statement, the meeting was concluded. As long as their children’s safety is ensured, the guardians gathered, possibly by the Inada family, had no complaints. Although Inada's mother didn't seem completely satisfied, she had no sufficient objection to voice publicly. Since it was a period originally scheduled for individual event practice in physical education, swapping it forward with overall practice and other exercises meant that this minor shift still offered flexibility. The classes weren’t canceled, just rearranged. This year’s schedule might differ slightly, but it poses no significant problem. Ultimately, my safety proposal was accepted, and the sports festival was to proceed as planned. --- Thanks to everyone’s cooperation in the group, the sports festival could be held as scheduled. Under normal circumstances, it would be time to declare a happy ending, but things aren’t so simple. Well… while we could leave it as an unrelated matter to us, there’s something that just doesn’t sit right with me. “Thanks to everyone’s cooperation, the sports festival will be held as scheduled. Thank you very much.” “Please, raise your head, Sakuya-sama!” “Yes, indeed. We merely did what’s expected of us as students of Toka Academy.” When I explained the situation to everyone and bowed my head, they all smiled in relief. For them, it’s a satisfactory conclusion. Beyond this is my personal agenda or interest. “I’m going to visit the first-year classroom for a bit.” “Huh? Then we’ll come with you!” When I mentioned going to the first-year classroom, everyone offered to accompany me. While I appreciate their kind offer, my goal is to talk with Kaorika Inada and Fuki Matsumoto. If an entire group surrounds them all of a sudden, it would likely make it hard for them to speak. If we suddenly surround them as upperclassmen, it might seem intimidating, and their demeanor could become guarded. Telling them to talk while surrounded wouldn’t appear friendly. “If we all rush in, it would inconvenience both them and those around them. I’ll visit first by myself, so please wait for me in the classroom.” “Okay…” Yeah, Azami-chan isn’t entirely convinced. However, even though she’s not content, she won’t forcefully tag along. She exemplifies the proper judgment expected from a young lady. “Do not speak like that, Azami. Then, Sakuya-chan, we’ll see you later.” “See you later!” “Yes, I’ll be off for a bit.” Bid farewell by everyone, I left the classroom. My destination was Class 1-A, where I intended to contact Kaorika Inada and Fuki Matsumoto. Although these two are at the center of the recent trouble, I had never had the opportunity to speak with them in detail. They were present when their guardians stormed in, but both remained silent with their heads bowed. If possible, I’d like to hear directly from them about the current issue. Thus, my first step was toward the classroom of Class 1-A. --- “May I have a word? Kaorika Inada-san, Fuki Matsumoto-san?” “Eh!? Lady Sakuya Kujo!?” As I entered Class 1-A and called out to the intended duo, the response was immediate. Since they were paired during physical education, it was naturally the same class for both. Having seen their faces during the guardian commotion, there was no hesitation in identifying them. The other students in Class 1-A also exclaimed in surprised voices at my arrival. It’s understandable for second-year students visiting a first-year classroom to draw attention. “Ah, um…” “Is there something you need from us?” Kaorika and Fuki looked up at me, their expressions a bit apprehensive. Given the events that recently unfolded, and my involvement in the subsequent investigations and proposals, it was understandable that they'd brace themselves, expecting maybe a word or two of reprimand from me. "No, it's nothing major. Is your leg okay, Kaorika-san?" "Eek!? Ah! Uh, it still hurts a bit..." Yeah, that's a lie. Before I entered Class 1-A, Kaorika was walking around Fuki's desk quite normally. There were no signs of her dragging her foot. The desk they're both at now apparently belongs to Fuki. If Kaorika's leg were truly hurting, Fuki would have gone to her desk, not the other way around. Her claim that "it still hurts" lacks credibility when I saw her walking perfectly fine earlier. Perhaps her parents told her to say that, or she thought it might be a problem to admit to me that her leg was healed. Whatever the reason, she had surely lied impulsively. Maybe she feared I’d retort with something like, “You bothered me with this trivial injury!” "Is that so? I hope you recover swiftly. Today, I came because I wanted to hear more from both of you. Would you mind talking for a bit?" "…Yes." "……" Both nodded, wearing solemn expressions like they were at a funeral. Maybe they thought I was going to reprimand them. But that wasn’t my intent. I genuinely wanted to hear from them, though they might not believe that in this situation. “I'm aware of what's in the report and what was said during the meeting with your guardians. However… if you don’t mind, could you tell me more in 'detail'?” "…" The two exchanged uneasy looks. We’ve thoroughly heard about the incidents that occurred to these two, considering potential safety improvements. However, their explanations seemed too structured, as if they were reciting from a prepared script rather than describing their true experiences. Right after the incident, they probably were too agitated to articulate well, but repeated recountings could have condensed and clarified their stories. It’s possible that, over time and numerous retellings, their accounts became more concise and polished. Nonetheless, their reports felt remarkably orderly and seamless. Could it be that they just followed someone else's script, differing from their actual experiences? That doubt remains. "Um... could we maybe change locations…?" "Changing locations is fine. But it will be now." They gazed anxiously at each other when I flatly insisted. Asking to change locations later strikes me as a possible way to buy time to contact someone for consultation. They probably didn’t expect me to come so suddenly and hadn’t prepared for my inquiry. Their intent to delay likely indicates a desire to discuss and plan a response with others. I couldn’t afford to give them that time. I wanted to hear, in their own words, what they truly experienced. “I’ll explain to your next class’s teacher to excuse our tardiness. So there’s no issue with discussing this now, right?” “...Yes.” A gentle smile from me finally coaxed a nod from Kaorika. First, I headed to the staff room to inform them that we’d be late for the next class, then I led them to a comfortable spot for our talk. During the walk, Kaorika ambled comfortably, proving her leg pain false. "Alright, shall we talk here?" “Eh!?” "Here, here, here..." "Here here, cluck cluck? Has Kaorika turned into a chicken?" "Is this… the Gokita Salon!?" “Yes, that’s right. Here, we won’t be disturbed, and no voices will leak outside. We have tea and snacks, so let’s relax and chat.” I smiled warmly to reassure them. I brought them to the Gokita Salon of the middle school division. Here, even if they raised a commotion, sound wouldn’t escape. Moreover, no unrelated individuals interrupt us. Unlike the school's chairs, we have sofas and tables, not to mention tea and snacks—a luxurious space incomparable in comfort. “Please, go ahead.” "Eek!" "—!" As I ushered them in with the door open, they seemed frozen, apprehensive about entering. The poor reputation of Gokita may be due to someone like Ibuki, but currently, genteel young ladies like myself, Azami-chan, and Satsuki-chan frequent it for friendly chats. Yet, people like Ibuki have marred its image. “No need for concern. No one’s coming here at this time.” “No one’s coming… Face-to-face with Lady Kujo… bubbling…” “Kaorika-chan! Pull yourself together! Don’t faint on me!” Even after telling them Ibuki-like idiots won’t be around and trying to ease their minds, Kaorika fainted, foaming a bit. But letting her unconsciousness dismiss my objective would be troubling. “I’ll move her to the sofa before waking her up. Up!” “Huh!? You can lift a person so easily!?” “Hmm?” “…What?” Fuki and I tilted our heads, puzzled. What is Fuki implying? There’s a technique to carrying people. Whether with broken limbs or weaker strength, knowing the knack lets you easily lift a person or load. Of course, some arm strength is minimally needed, yet nothing extraordinary. “It’s quite simple. With practice, Fuki-chan, you’ll manage easily too. Oh, right! I hope it’s okay to call you Fuki-chan?” “Huh? Ah… yes…” With a smile to Fuki’s blinking eyes, I carried Kaorika to the sofa and set her down. Alright… let’s wake her up and start our conversation. Support with Likes Reception Closed Support the author by giving points! Please log in to rate. *Please log in to write comments ▲Return to Top of Page Send via X (formerly Twitter) or LINE Send via Twitter LINE +Note+ Unless otherwise noted, all works published are fictional and bear no relation to actual persons or organizations. Unless otherwise stated, all copyrights of the works belong to the author (excluding some works). Unauthorized reproduction beyond quotation by persons other than the author is prohibited, and doing so will constitute a violation of copyright law. This work is free to link to. 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