Prologue
It was quite rare to have such a sunny day during the rainy season.
Sakamaki Izayoi, while enjoying this early summer morning, looked up to the Sun and mutters:
“Oh? Sunspots? So the Sun really is entering a glacial period?”
His philosophy was "The heavens did not create man above me" and seems to like global warming to global cooling.
Since Izayoi no longer has any obligations to his school, he was wondering if he should lay facing the river while having his flashes of contemplation. But to the eyes of others, this was a very shameful act. If someone he knew saw him in this state, he’ll soon be a laughing stock.
“Ahhh I wonder if there’s anything interesting…..”
Izayoi took down his headphones and heard some noise from the other side. A group of delinquents, wearing long coats with the words “Fighting Spirit” written on them, were being boisterous and in the middle, the delinquents were surrounding a crying boy and forcing him to bow to them in an apologetic manner.
“Oii Oii, this isn’t good. The kid’s really crying! That’s gross; why not just throw it in the river to wash him up?”
“Heh, since we’re gonna wash him up, better strip him first then!”
“Eeeeekkk……………!”
The boy was trembling with so much fear that he literally curled into a ball. Sakamaki Izayoi then slowly stood up and directed his gaze towards the group of delinquents who were now kicking and punching the young man.
“Ahhh…bored…I’m SO BORED I WANT TO EXPLODE! IF I SELL MY BOREDOM! I CAN AMASS A SMALL FORTUNE! HEY YOU BRAINLESS MORONS! HOW’S THIS? YOU’LL GIVE ME SOME ENTERTAINMENT AND I’LL GIVE YOU ALL A LONG TERM TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL AS MY GIFT!?”
“Oi! Strip faster and jump in the water will ya?!”
“Tie up his hands as well! So long as he can move his feet, he’s not going to drown!”
It was expected that none of the delinquents would respond back to Izayoi because the latter wasn’t shouting and was merely expressing in a volume that only someone near him could hear.
So obviously, none of Izayoi’s words were heard and whatever Izayoi said were just sent directly to the wind. By now, the young man was being beaten up and his face was full of mud, tears and snot. Very unsightly too look at.
“…………..”
Izayoi silently stood up.
He picked up two or three stones near him and threw them while screaming.
“LET ME JOIN YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!”
The entire shore exploded once the rock hits the ground. This wasn't a metaphor, there’s no need for correction.
Exactly as described, the stone was flying with an absurdly high speed of the Third Cosmic Velocity[1], and with a loud roar and a huge cloud of dust blew away the delinquents, the boy and the riverside alike.
“Waaaaaaa!!!”
“It’s….It’s Sakamaki Izayoi! Everyone run!”
“Hel…Help me….”
“Hey! I’m going to throw another!”
While Izayoi smiles refreshingly, every time he threw another rock, it created a small crater. The scene would be akin to that of an airdrop. Faced with such an overwhelming adversary, both the bullies and the bullied were running away in fear.
To avoid confusion, Izayoi did not do this to help the young man being bullied.
It was because Izayoi’s personal philosophy is “To suppress and control both the strong and weak.”
“Ahahahahahaha! Pathetic! Utterly pathetic! You guys are just bark but no bite!”
Sakamaki Izayoi was hugging his stomach and laughing at the terrified men who were running away from him. He was laughing and rolling or slamming his fist to the ground.
Soon, the area was only filled with Izayoi’s laughter and once Izayoi stopped, the area immediately went silent.
Soon, the silence enveloped the river and there was no human movement at all. By now, girls of Izayoi’s age should be having their lunch break as Izayoi stood there, silent.
“…..This is really boring!”
Finally, Izayoi uttered out his true feelings.
Even though the reactions of the delinquents and the bullied young man were amusingly ironic, it was not that interesting.
".....Hm?"
Woosh. The same time he started moving, a strong sideways wind started blowing. A sealed letter was floating with the wind, and after following a very unnatural trajectory, it delivered itself into Izayoi’s bag like a thread through the eye of a needle.
"....What in the world was that?"
He took out the mysterious letter.
The recipient's name was written neatly on the envelope as such: "To Sakamaki Izayoi-dono"
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Looking around the surroundings, no one was around.
“Amazing. Does that make him a post shoot expert?”
Izayoi smiled and decided to open the contents of the letter.
But at this moment, Izayoi’s cell phone rang and he placed the letter in his bag and checked his phone.
[Yaho~ Iza-niichan, skipping school again? At least call the Canaria Family Home, the teachers are all very mad about it.]
[Really? Sorry about that. Maybe next time, they'll make me drop out of the school.]
[Is it alright?]
[Ah. Golden Canary died. So I don’t see any reason to go to High School anymore.]
[Really. Well, guess there’s no helping it. Although if Iza-niichan were to really go to school willingly, that’ll be the shocker.]
“Oh really?” Izayoi laughed.
[Ah, yeah, in fact, someone who was dressed like a lawyer came to the Canaria Family Home. Even gave Iza-niichan Golden Canary’s will.]
“Will? Golden Canary’s last will?”
Izayoi frowned. Despite living all the way to her deathbed, Izayoi never heard of a last will.
[I found it strange as well, but the signature really is that of Golden Canary-sensei! And the lawyer said that he must hand it to you so shall we make the trip to the Canaria Family Home together?]
“Hmmm…well, I guess we’ll go take a look. And tell Homura that the headset is fine.”
Pi---the call then ended.
Izayoi stretched himself while looking at the gloomy sky.
---Tomorrow onward, it’ll be Golden Week. Since there’s no reason to stay in school, there aren’t any consecutive holidays. From a perspective, this is one of the more easy-going habits of the Japanese.
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