Keito Substory 2
What is it, Transfer Student?
Is it that surprising to see me on the roof?
You're bad at keeping things from people. Your lips deny it, but your face says it all.
It can’t be helped. I’ll tell you the reason I’m here.
I’m having a meal. … Even I’m human, you know. It’s not exceedingly strange to have some lunch, I imagine. It was just a whim of mine to come up to the roof instead of the cafeteria.
I suppose that means that with you coming up here at this hour, you intended to have lunch here too?
… Oi, wait a second. Where do you plan on going with your bento?
I suppose it might be that you feel like doing something like eating lunch with me will make you want to die.
Never mind that, sit there. Don’t think about trying to run away either.
Even if you run away now, I’ll harass you and talk your head off the next time I see you.
If you don’t want that to happen, just sit quietly.
… Soybeans on rice? Looks like you and I are completely and thoroughly incompatible.
I’ve been going along with Eichi’s whims and letting you all go free, but…
Maybe I should dispose of you all as soon as possible, hm.
What are you so surprised about? You and us in the Student Council are mutual enemies. … No, that’s not the right way of putting it. I’ll amend that.
As the student council, your mutiny isn’t even worthy of being a pebble in our path. It’s not worth discussing.
However, if you’re going to oppose me directly, I have thoughts of my own.
To present soybeans in front of me, of all people… Eichi may have his remarks, but this isn’t something I can accept.
What is it? It’s pointless trying to pull together a defense for yourself at this poin… What? “You don’t like soybeans?”, you say?
Are you making me have to explain it, you? You saw my reaction, and you’re still looking for an explanation?
Your absolute incapacity to comprehend anything that’s going on– It goes beyond astonishment, I’m impressed by it.
Fine. If you still don’t understand after I’ve said this much, I’ll explain.
I hate soybeans. I suppose you could say I hate them to the point of complete and utter contempt.
And then you showed me soybeans. It’s hard to put the rage I felt that instant into words.
It's too late to ask for forgiveness at this point. Listen here, Transfer Student. You soured my mood.
Brace yourself accordingly.