But right now, I’m regretting relying on her a little.
Since it felt like calling her out of the blue would seem too familiar, I sent my query to her over mail.
My younger sister has suddenly decided to come to Tokyo. I have to show her around this place the day after tomorrow, so please give me some advice on where I should take her. The contents of the mail were something to that effect, in a suitably polite language.
Her reply arrived within thirty minutes. I’m glad she replied so quickly, but I belatedly realized that the National Magic University must be operating as usual, unlike the affiliated High schools.
My guess was not off the mark.
Her reply mail said, “I didn't go to college in the morning because I had to deal with a lot of people regarding the cleanup of the incident. I was free from the afternoon since I finished all the work, so I’m glad you sent me a mail.” I copy pasted her reply so there’s no mistake.
Was Saegusa-san someone I was that close to? I wondered, tilting my head.
Her message continued on to say that she definitely wanted to help me out, and wanted to hear about it in more detail, so could we meet now, preferably at her house? That was the gist of her message.
Me, go over to the Saegusa’s house?
Although I felt that this was pretty sudden, I immediately reconsidered.
Come to think of it, I haven’t gone to greet the Saegusa Family or the Juumonji Family even though I came all the way to Tokyo.
As the eldest son of the Ichijou Family, this is not acceptable. Since it seemed like Dad intended to have Akane’s husband take over as head of the family, I was not in a position of a successor, but it is also true that I am here as a representative of the Ichijou Family. We are all from the Ten Master Clans, and what’s more, I’m intruding upon their territory.
Besides, although it ended in failure, we had cooperated during an important mission.
I decided to take advantage of her invitation to go make my greetings to the Saegusa Family.
I did consider wearing a suit, but in the end I changed into my Third High school uniform and went to the Saegusa Family House using public transport, instead of my bike. On the way, I purchased an appropriately expensive gift as well. Since it was a formality, I didn't put too much thought into the appearance of the gift. My mother said that the price is often just as important as the appearance.
Maybe because I had sent her a mail about when I would be arriving, Saegusa-san was waiting to receive me when I arrived at the mansion.
Since the head of the family, Mr. Kouichi was present at home, I decided to greet him first. He certainly gave the impression that you couldn’t let down your guard around him.
However, he didn't seem like the type of person who would betray his allies on a whim, unlike what Dad said. Rather than a person without honor, he seemed to be the type of man who had his own rules and gave them the highest priority. Or maybe I am just not capable of judging people yet.
The eldest son, Tomokazu-san, was not at home. According to Saegusa-san- since it will be confusing here, I’ll refer to her as Mayumi-san for now-both of her elder siblings lived in separate houses.
After finishing my greetings to Mr. Kouichi, I was taken to a different drawing room. Although my own house is big, the Saegusa mansion might be even bigger. Although it seemed like our house had more floor space, it probably lost when it came to overall size.
The drawing room where I met with Mr. Kouichi had a sofa set, but the drawing room that Mayumi-san took me to had an elegant table and chairs arranged in a manner to allow people to dine there. Perhaps she intended to have a formal tea party. I wonder if my sisters will want to do things like this at some point as well.
The tea table had been fully set in the time while I was making my greetings to Mr. Kouichi. Mayumi-san offered me black tea and tea cakes in a natural manner, and enthusiastically asked me questions about Akane’s age and interests.
In the beginning, I thought she was a kind person. But as time progressed, I understood the truth. Wasn’t she just bored? Did she call me over just to stave off her boredom?
This drawing room had a large display screen. When I had entered the room, it was displaying famous landscape paintings. if I’m not wrong, it was a Renoir. I don't remember the name of the artwork, but it depicted a boat upon a river.
I was taken on something called a “Virtual Date” using that display.
Using a handheld terminal, you could choose the routes, and could select the conversation and actions from an available list, and displayed imagery to make it seem like you were actually walking through the city, apparently it was such a service.
I felt like preparing in advance for your date with something like this would only make the real experience boring, but it seemed to be popular among females.
Well, since it displayed all the tourist spots in CG that was close to the original, you wouldn’t run into a situation where you felt “It’s different from what I expected”. However, it’s not necessary to make decisions when I just want to do a preliminary check of the area. I’m just accompanying my sister on her sightseeing trip, and not actually going on a date. I wasn’t looking for advice on how to go on a date.
Even so, I had many of my decisions rejected.
No matter how I look at it, she was playing around with me. Looking back, Mayumi-san had written “I was bored, so I’m glad you contacted me” in her mail. No doubt, she was using me to alleviate her boredom.
Mayumi-san’s sisters joined in at some point, and the number of rejections I had to endure increased.
I thought I would lose heart. No, in fact, I might have lost it three or four times.
However, thanks to that, I was able to decide on a route to guide Akane.
After giving my thanks, I left the Saegusa mansion, but I was mentally in pieces.
For some reason I felt like letting loose once in a while.
However, Mayumi-san’s younger sisters; were they called Kasumi-chan and Izumi-chan? What was with the appraising look they gave me?
February 23rd, 2097 (Saturday)
Today, I received a pleasant surprise.
It was not just Akane who came to Tokyo. George came to stay over as well.
Although it has been less than two weeks, I felt like it had been a long time since I saw him.
Akane was pretty angry with us who were celebrating our reunion, but friendship is more important than sibling relationships, dumb sister.
Akane was saying meaningless things like “impure” and “pervert”, but I ignored her.
If it was just Akane, I intended to take her to an appropriate restaurant and prevaricate (ignore her), but I can’t treat my best friend who came all this way in such a rough manner.
I took George, and while we were at it, Akane as well, to a well-established sukiyaki restaurant that said it was established in the year
1869.
The food was as good as expected. George was happy. Akane was the only person who was complaining saying that, “I wanted to eat something prepared by hand”, but don’t you usually eat stuff at home that is made by the automatic cooking machine?
Even after we returned to this house, there was a mountain of things we needed to talk about.
I can’t write all of that here, and nor do I have the time to do so.
February 24th, 2097 (Sunday)
Since it was an order from my father, I intended to show Akane around using the route that Mayumi-san helped me pick.
However, that plan was cancelled due to Akane herself.
That sister of mine said “Today, we’re definitely having hand-made food” and shut herself in the kitchen since morning while being strangely enthusiastic.
From morning, you know? Since we couldn’t use the kitchen, our breakfast today was just buttered toast.
Akane’s hand-made cooking was finally completed just before noon.
Thankfully, I wasn’t used as a gofer to fetch ingredients as the overseer of this house kept it stocked with items such as spices.
It tasted okay. It wasn’t bad, but I didn't think it was good either.
I mean, what Akane made was curry rice. What’s more, she used a commercial roux.
Saying that it will taste like a pro’s cooking with a little tweaking only applies to people who can actually cook.
There is a saying that anything can be eaten if you put curry powder on top, but the taste of the curry was so strong that it overwhelmed any other subtle flavors.
George said it was ‘delicious’, maybe out of politeness to my sister. She seemed happy with that, so I guess it’s okay.
Akane’s cooking took up pretty much all morning, so I had to cut down on the places that we would visit. The plan that I constructed after going through the trial of being toyed around by the Saegusa sisters went to waste.
After thinking about it for a while, I decided that we would just go around the places in order, and go back to the station when we ran out of time.
When I asked Akane and George to pack up their luggage, that foolish sister of mine asked me “why?” in a dissatisfied voice. Of course, that’s because I’ll be sending the luggage over separately after the two of you go back. In fact, I was the one who wanted to ask why she asked such a question.
However, Akane didn't intend to go sightseeing in the first place. She said, “If I’m going to have fun, then I’ll do it with my friends over summer break or spring break.” Apparently, the reason she came over this time was to see the house and confirm whether it was suitable for inviting her friends over.
Dad.
Thanks to your misunderstanding, I was treated like a toy at the Saegusa mansion.
While I was quietly boiling in anger, Akane said that there was someone she wanted to meet.
If that’s the case, tell me earlier. The other party might have plans of their own, after all.
I was only able to maintain such a state of composure until I heard the name of the person that Akane wanted to meet.
The person Akane wanted to meet was Shiba-san.
I rejected that idea many times. I told her to give up because it was impossible.
However, I was not able to convince Akane. She scolded me saying that I should at least try to call her. My sister started to insult me saying that I couldn’t even make a phone call because I was a loser.
Fine, then. If you must insist, I’ll make the phone call.
I replied that way only because I was caught up in the heat of the moment and responded to her provocation.
With my means of retreat cut off, I made a phone call to Shiba-san while Akane and George were watching.
The person who answered the phone was a young girl dressed in a maid outfit.
I felt like I had seen her before. If I remember correctly, she was a first-year student on the Student Council at First High. Don’t tell me, did I dial the wrong number?
While I was flustered, she replied saying, “Yes, this is the Shiba residence.”
I was relieved that I hadn’t made a mistake, and introduced myself saying “My name is Ichijou” while I was overtaken with a different sense of doubt.
Don't tell me, is that guy playing around with a junior and making her cosplay as a maid, even though he has Shiba-san?
Thinking about it calmly, there was something wrong with me back then. Anyone observing that scene would think that the person who even thought of such an idea was the one who had dangerous interests.
Shiba-san is the next head of the Yotsuba Family. It’s not strange for her to have a maid at home. It’s more appropriate to think that this is her real occupation, and she was not cosplaying.
When I said that I wanted to talk to that person, the maid girl transferred the call without even asking me for a reason.
Her voice came from the speakers saying, “This is Shiba. Ichijou-san, it’s been five days since we last met, hasn’t it?”
I was uncharacteristically drunk on the sense of joyfulness. That person remembers the day when she last met me!
It was unfortunate that the display was blacked out, but that’s not unusual when speaking from a personal residence. Women especially tend have a dislike being seen in their loungewear by people of the other sex.
Despite that, just her voice alone was charming enough. I did my best to avoid having my mind taken away by it.
When I told her that my sister who had arrived in Tokyo wanted to see her, and asked if she could spare some time while apologizing for the short notice, that person cheerfully agreed. That guy also being present was a condition, but I thought that it couldn’t be helped. Even despite our special circumstances, I would find it strange if a young woman agreed to meet a man alone after being called out by him.
We decided to meet at a cafe near First High, instead of either of our residences. It was a shop called Einebrise. Considering the speed of modern public transportation, it was possible to predict how long it would take to reach any place within Tokyo with a negligible margin of error.
That person, who I had met for the first time in five days, seemed to be shining. I felt that only the atmosphere around her was different. Even Akane was struck dumb and was bedazzled by her. She was almost incoherent when she introduced herself, but I didn't feel like laughing at her. The charms of that person go beyond the boundaries of gender.
George started talking to Shiba in a lively manner. Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt like that guy enjoyed talking to George as well.
They were talking about complicated stuff like “similar phenomena from different systems” and “modularization of the activation sequence”, but since George seems happy, that’s okay.
Also, I was able to talk to that person because George kept that guy busy.
We parted ways with her after about an hour, and after showing them around the Shibuya-Harajuku area a bit, we temporarily returned to the secondary residence. I told them that I would send the luggage separately, but they wanted to carry it along with them.
They also said that I didn’t need to see them off, so I left Akane to George and parted from them at the doorway of the house.
That was when I heard Akane’s impression of the meeting, but her reaction was a little strange.
She said that it was a bit scary. When I asked her if she was talking about Shiba-san, she shook her head. It appears that she was talking about that guy.
As far as I saw, he behaved as a proper gentleman towards Akane. Sure, his appearance may give an air of uneasiness, but there are plenty of people with much scarier faces back at home. Shiba’s face shouldn't have been stern enough for Akane to feel scared.
I asked her what she felt was scary.
Akane shook her head while saying she didn't know. She didn't know, but it was scary.
Akane went back home after saying “Nii-san, be careful”.
February 25th, 2097 (Monday)
School resumed from today.
The activities of the anti-magic faction had gradually increased in intensity. Even though the person who had incited it, the terrorist, was dead, that fact was meaningless to the people who were making a fuss.
During the period when the school was closed, small riots broke out all over the country.
However, my classmates whom I met after a long time were no longer as uneasy as they were before the school was temporarily closed.
They probably got used to it. When a state of alert persists, people will get used to it. The situation is still dangerous, it’s just that their sense of alertness has gone down, but if they were to stay on their toes all the time their minds would not last. Perhaps numbing oneself to fear is unavoidable for the mind to protect itself.
In any case, Class-2A was once again lively like it had been before.
In my case, I no longer had to leave school early because my mission had ended. It’s unhealthy to stay alone at home anyways. Since I was going to be staying here for a while yet, I had to think of a way to use my time after school.
For today, I asked to observe the activities of the Public Morals Committee. I’m also on the Public Morals Committee in Third High, after all. I had wanted to observe them once before going back to Kanazawa.
When I asked for permission to observe while we were having lunch in the afternoon, the Committee Head Yoshida immediately agreed.
After Yoshida, Kitayama-san asked, “Do you want to go on the rounds with me, then?”
I remembered Morisaki’s words from the day I had transferred in.
The people to watch out for amongst the second-year girls.
The first name on that list was “The actual Head of the Public Morals Committee” Kitayama Shizuku.
Kitayama-san looks like a quiet and obedient girl. She occasionally makes retorts that dig into your vitals, but she doesn’t seem to be the kind of person who would hurt others.
I felt curious about just what part of her made Morisaki and the others be so vigilant of her. At the same time, the alarm bells of my instincts were going off in my head.
Maybe he sensed my indecision, Yoshida told Kitayama-san that he would take over showing me around, and suggested that they switch shifts for today.
Kitayama-san readily agreed. Maybe her intention was to get Yoshida to say that all along? I’m probably just overthinking it, but if that is indeed the case, then her nickname of “actual head of the Public Morals Committee” makes sense.
It was then that I noticed that there was one person missing from the group of people who usually have lunch together.
I casually asked if Chiba-san was on leave today.
I could tell that the six people at the table except for Shiba immediately turned somber.
While I was worried that I asked something inappropriate, Shiba gave me a short explanation saying, “She’s not attending school today because of the Shonanoka (post-funeral) ceremony.”
I had thoughtlessly forgotten that the eldest son of the Chiba Family had died in the line of duty during the search for the terrorist.
After school, Yoshida showed me around the duties of the First High Public Morals Committee. The first thing that surprised me was that the logs of the activities were properly maintained. When I asked about it, I was told that the head of the Committee, Yoshida, was maintaining the records himself. I was also told that Yoshida also took notes during meetings. Apparently, Yoshida is good at speed writing.
When I asked him if he used shorthand, he gave me a demonstration on the spot. He started writing characters on a large notebook with a brush pen at a fast pace. I couldn’t read it, but I somehow understood that it was cursive script.
I was really shocked to see someone who practices calligraphy in this day and age. I was so surprised that I couldn't control myself. I asked him why he had such a skill.
With a slightly distressed expression, Yoshida replied that it was necessary for making talismans. Come to think of it, this guy was a practitioner of ancient magic. So he still uses magic that utilizes talismans? I remember that he used a strange-shaped CAD during the Nine Schools Competition.
My wish to see Yoshida use magic in his original style was soon granted. A fight had broken out behind the small gymnasium.
It seems the students of First High are hot-blooded as well. There is a big difference between what you hear and see for yourself.
It seemed to be a usual occurrence. Yoshida’s warning to halt was just a formality. He probably understood that these people wouldn’t stop just from being told to.
Yoshida did not take out any talismans. Instead, he took out what appeared to be a folding fan from his left sleeve. Looking closely, it appeared to be a set of metal cards set in the appearance of a folding fan using a metallic frame.
Yoshida unfolded one of the cards of the fan-like item using his left hand, extended the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and touched that card.
I felt something move through the air. I felt a cool and pleasant mist brushed upon my cheeks, and suddenly, the students who were fighting were enveloped in a thick fog.
I heard screams saying it was cold from within the fog. Well, it’s still February, so it’s like the middle of winter after all.
But that was not the only reason. I think that fog also included a dense layer of Psions.
That would make it difficult to read any activation sequences. It was not as perfect an interference as cast jamming, but I thought that it would be difficult to cast any magic using a CAD unless you used a much larger quantity of Psions than usual.
Yoshida gave another warning. Along with a threat that he would use electricity on them next time.
The brawl immediately subsided.
It was a very interesting thing to observe.
Towards the end of the patrol, I asked Yoshida why there were some boys who called him by his first name and some who called him by his last name.
It was something that I had been curious about, but Yoshida explained it to me politely.
Since it’s a matter of Yoshida’s privacy, I won’t write it down here.
I was just surprised to see that he had a side to him that cared for his friends.
February 26th, 2097 (Tuesday)
Today after school, the student council work was shown to me.
She and that guy worked together in the Student Council.
That gave me a somewhat complicated feeling.
In the Student Council Room, besides Mitsui-san from my class, a first-year student wearing a maid dress and Mayumi-san’s little sister were present.
The name of the first-year student with the maid dress is Sakurai-san.
Mayumi-san’s little sister is Izumi-chan.
Shiba-san is a given, but that guy takes his work seriously as well.
Actually, what the heck is up with his typing? It looked like he was only using the keyboard, but his fingers were moving so fast while typing that my eyes couldn't keep up. Don't tell me there's something like a "Typing speed increasing self-acceleration magic".
Apart from their usual clerical work, they were also preparing for the graduation ceremony and the after party. It should be the same at Third High. As that guy seemed to be taking care of the administrative work all by himself, Shiba-san, Mitsui-san, and Izumi-chan were discussing ideas related to the plan for the party.
Because I was asked by Shiba-san for my opinion, I shared my information about the progress and planning at Third High. I was good that I could be of service to her.
In the midst of the discussion, it felt like Izumi-chan was appraising me again.
Am I being too self-conscious?
But I am not being a narcissist.
It was getting gradually darker outside. Kasumi-chan, who is another little sister of Mayumi-san, appeared from the door inside the Student Council Room. I also thought of the time when I visited the Saegusa Family before. These two girls nevertheless are monozygotic twins. I couldn't be sure because they had different hairstyles and gave off different vibes, but I could easily tell that their faces were identical when they were wearing the same uniform.
Kasumi-chan also sometimes gazes at me appraisingly.
What on earth is that?
After that, we met with Yoshida, Saijou, Kitayama-san and Chiba-san.
We went to the coffee shop Einebrise where I had spent time with Shiba-san last Sunday. It seemed like they were regular customer at the shop.
I am lost whether to say my condolences to Chiba-san or not, which I couldn’t do during lunch break.
In the end, I decided not to say anything. That was because Chiba-san was giving off an aura that said it was a touchy subject.
In our current situation, I thought that saying condolences would be difficult.
February 27th, 2097 (Wednesday)
My school transfer period will last until Saturday of next week. Only next Sunday is a holiday.
Is this okay?
The mission had ended. As for the cleanup mentioned by my old man, it felt like there was no longer any need for that. Normally it should have been fine to return to Kanazawa right away.
That made me wonder all the more if I would not regret ending it like this, having done nothing.
At today’s lunch time, the topic amongst the girls was the question what they want to do for the holiday.
She responded with “Recently it has been exclusively shopping.
However, we went to see a movie on occasion.” There seems to have been an Onee-san who likes movies.
Now, on the left side of the monitor where I am writing my diary, the ticket site is displayed. The schedule of movies that would be screening or premiering next week was displayed as a list there.
Well, what should I do?
I’ve been asking myself that since a little while ago.
Is it okay not to do anything like this?
And will I not regret this?
I may never get this opportunity again.
That's right. I won't get anywhere if I just keep being indecisive.
If I’m rejected, I’ll just give up.
I touched the monitor and pressed enter.
A message was displayed saying that the ticket was downloaded to my inbox.
It's a little late to be thinking this after having submitted an engagement request, although it was my father who actually did it. I can no longer turn back now.
I really don't want to risk everything on this, though.
February 28th, 2097 (Thursday)
The last class for today is over.
As usual that guy came to pick up Shiba-san.
I called out to that person to stop her as she started to go towards the Student Council Room.
There were many students in the corridor.
Next to her, that guy was there.
However I chose to not try and be alone with her on purpose. I felt like I would lose if I hid from him and did things in secret.
I displayed the ticket on my mobile terminal and invited her to go see a movie with me this Sunday.
Her eyes were wide open. She looked up at Shiba’s face with a slightly troubled expression.
Shiba-san asked me “Is that an invitation to a date?” directly.
I stubbornly answered “Indeed”.
That guy’s response was “I can’t let her go alone”.
He had made his position known.
But the next line was surprising.
That guy gave his permission as long as I don’t mind taking Sakurai-san to the movie as well.
Nevertheless, I certainly don’t mind. So I hurriedly invited Shiba-san once more.
After showing a little embarrassment, she smiled brightly and nodded.
With a beaming smile, she accepted the proposal for a date!
To tell the truth, I expected that that guy would not stop Shiba-san. That guy has a side to him that does not want to restrain Shiba-san.
But I knew that I’d never be alone with Shiba-san. There is no guy who’d let his fiancée be alone together with a bastard who has his eyes set on her.
What was surprising, was that he didn't say that he wanted to come along as well.
That guy chose Sakurai-san as her companion.
Of course, I definitely prefer this arrangement. Although I would not be able to be alone together with her, it's far better than having an annoying male accompanying us like a third wheel.
Is he trying to show off that he has nothing to worry about?
Can you afford that?
If that's how he wants to be, then I'll steal her away from him without holding back.
Don't come crying to me later on!
March 1st, 2097 (Friday)
Today it was March. One month left until I become a third-year high school student.
Today’s lunchtime topic became our future paths.
I’m planning to go to the National Magic University. Everyone else was hoping to be admitted to the National Magic University, too. I thought Saijou had plans to attend the National Defense Academy but it seems that he wants to be a member of the riot police.
Objectively speaking, unless I lost my magic power by accident I will not fail the exam for the National Magic University. That is even more certain for her than me.
If I become a university student, I can be at the same campus as she is for four years this time.
That could turn into a difficult time for me. The current situation is that she is the fiancée of another man.
But for now I’m looking forward to my campus life with her.
March 2nd, 2097 (Saturday)
Honestly speaking.
I did not get anything done since this morning.
Tomorrow is finally the day, you know?
To this day I had not realized that I was so inexperienced.
I never imagined that I’d be worried about what to wear tomorrow.
For now, I have the ticket. I arranged the purchase for Sakurai-san’s already.
There are enough war funds.
I also set the GPS. Although I don't think it is necessary as I made sure to beat the map of the meeting place and the movie theatre into my head.
I set my alarm clock as well.
All preparations are done, everything is okay.
Alright, let’s sleep.
I’ll become even more anxious if I stay awake.
March 3rd, 2097 (Sunday)
I would never make a cliched mistake like being late for the appointment because I overslept.
My head was sharp and clear after having a good night’s rest. Am I actually more resilient than I thought?
I washed myself thoroughly in the bath. I shaved my beard while I checked myself 10 times in the mirror. I dried my hair diligently with a hair dryer. I put on the clothes I had selected after agonizingly trying on different clothes for 3 hours yesterday. After all that I left for the meeting place.
I wasn’t this anxious even during the Yokohama incident.
I arrived 40 minutes before the appointed time at the meeting place.
Well, that's only natural.
The waiting time was not as painful. As I imagined her in various casual clothes, the appointed time came before you could say movie date.
She appeared three minutes before the appointed time.
The instant I laid my eyes on her, the world changed.
Through my eyes, it was undoubtedly changed.
The scenery became gorgeously colored.
She was the center of the world.
I even forgot to breathe while I was staring at her.
The hem of an elegant gray skirt was peeking out under the hem of a beige long coat.
Her legs were wrapped in thick tights and the heels of her pumps made rhythmic sounds.
The color of her cashmere muffler and her coat was matching her beige gloves. In her overall mature fashion coordination, her fluffy earmuffs became a cute accent.
She came before me who was standing in place and asked: “Did I keep you waiting long?”
I shook my head so vigorously, just short of tearing it off entirely.
She leaked out a slight chuckle.
I thought I was being childish.
But I don’t regret it. Because it made her laugh.
For the sake of her smile I will do anything, even act like a clown.
After my nervousness subsided, I noticed Sakurai-san standing diagonally behind her.
Sakurai-san was wearing a short coat, a turtleneck sweater, slim fit jeans, high cut sneakers, fake leather gloves and a knit hat. Her fashion coordination was a bit tomboyish, in contrast to Shiba-san.
It looked like a battle-oriented style to me. Or is that just my imagination?
Because it was precisely the right time, we headed to the cinema without any further delay.
There is no need to be in a hurry because we have reserved seats.
After we bought only drinks we entered the screening space.
But naturally, the inside was heated. Sakurai-san and I just opened the front of our coats while Shiba-san took off her coat gracefully.
Below the coat was an elegant gray one-piece.
I stopped breathing. How many times did that happen today. I fixed my eyes on her. She smiled at me a with a troubled expression while sitting down elegantly.
The seat order was me, then Shiba-san, then Sakurai-san.
In the cinemas 100 years ago, it was so narrow that the shoulders of people sitting next to each other would touch. Lovers would hold hand on the armrest while watching the movie. I'm not sure if this is the truth, or a lie, but that was supposedly a common occurrence.
But in the cinemas these days it didn’t happen that the bodies of people next to each other would touch.
The enveloping bucket seat conveys vibrations and inclination as an important feature. Naturally one can turn off this feature by choice, but that does not change the fact that the seat surrounds the entire body.
Therefore it won’t happen that Shiba-san’s and my shoulder or our fingertips touch by accident. I envied the people from back then.
The movie I picked advertised itself as a typical love story. I had no interest in movies at all, so I chose the currently best-selling title in the love story category for safety.
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