Episode 3: The Saint Suggested Suicide, What Should I Do?
It was about 15 minutes after the sixth class started. It seemed that Saint-sama had finally regained her composure, and she no longer uttered rants.
While I thought that, we went to a vending machine silently, and she used SUICA to buy cafe au lait. SUICA is an IC card made by a railway company. If you deposit money in the card in advance, it can be used as electronic money.
[TN: SUICA. The Suica is a prepaid e-money card for moving around and shopping.
IC card- Integrated Circuits card, a smart card.]
“What about you? Which one do you want?”
Itsuki-san, who was suddenly calm, asked.
“Will you buy it?”
“Yes. You can choose whatever you like.”
“Then, black coffee.”
As soon as she heard my reply, she put SUICA on the vending machine again and bought a black coffee. She threw the black coffee wildly at me, so I caught it without dropping it.
“Thank you.”
By the way, she had two ten thousand yen notes in her wallet. Perhaps she has a very rich family and gets a lot of pocket money, or maybe she is making ill-gotten money by using her looks. I wouldn’t have thought of that at all before, but her foul language and attitude made me think of the possibility.
Well, no matter what the money is, I’ll take what I can get.
With that thought in mind, I sipped my coffee.
“Savour your drink, will you?”
“It’s on you, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.”
“What?”
“Because it’s the last thing you’ll taste in your short life…”
With a ‘mekimeki’ sound, the shape of the café au lait can she was holding was distorted.
Itsuki-san wasn’t calm at all!!!
“BEG YOUR PARDON?!”
Wait, I’m going to get killed!? She’s going to kill me!?
“I’ve got an idea. If you’re the only one who knows my secret… then I can make you disappear from this world! Right at this moment!”
She’s saying something ridiculous!
“Look, aren’t we on the rooftop? If you jump and commit suicide, everything will be solved! Don’t you think it’s for the best?”
It was supposed to be a saintly smile, but it now looked like a demon lord’s smile.
“No, no, no, no, wait. You will be the first to be suspected in terms of circumstantial evidence.”
“Oh…”
“A lot of people saw you dragging me to the roof that time. If I die here, you’ll be the first one they’ll suspect.”
I tried to make a good counter argument. There is too much evidence to make it look like suicide. No, I don’t want to die for this.
“Then what should I do…”
She sat down, pressed her forehead against her knees and started to cry.
I’m sure I’ve done nothing but the kindest thing for her, but why does she resent me so much? Isn’t it strange?
Letting out a big sigh, I sat down beside her, leaving a distance of about three people between us, of course.
“Hey, what can I do to get you to die? Would you jump in front of a train on your way home?”
“No, I won’t.”
What a request. It’s just too terrible.
“Okay. Let’s jump from here together!? Then you and I will both disappear from this world, and my secret will never be revealed.”
She brightly smiled as if it was a good idea, but what she was saying is just stupid. I’ve heard that Saint-san has excellent grades and is very smart, but… That’s strange. Was she actually an idiot?
“If you die with that embarrassing pinpuri, you’ll be laughed at long after you’re gone. They can use it as a portrait of you, right? You had a nice smile.”
“G-Gahhhhhh!”
She stood up again with a strange voice that didn’t match her appearance, and this time she tore the embarrassing pinpuri into pieces and threw them away.
The pinpuri were torn into pieces and thrown into the sky.
“Haa… haa…”
The breathing… She triumphantly smiled as if she were a warrior who had overcome death.
“How about this?! Gaaahhh! Ha-ha-ha!”
The reverberating of angry words and laughter.
I had no idea what or how to react.
“Now there is no pinpuri.”
“That’s right.”
“So, what do you say if we die together now?”
“H**L NO!!”
Itsuki-san clicked her tongue with a “Tsk.”
This girl’s character is already falling apart, isn’t it? Where did the Saint-sama go?
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Do you think hitting someone as hard as you can will really erase their memory?”
She made a fist and compared hers with mine.
“Stop it. That’s just gonna hurt, no memory loss.”
“Why can’t I just hit your until your memory fades?”
“That’ll get you arrested.”
“That’s true…”
I slumped my shoulders and sat down again, leaning against the vending machine.
“It sucks. I should have just thrown that thing away.”
“Why did you keep it?”
“Because… I was so amazed that I could take a lot of surprisingly good pictures. I was impressed that I could take such a beautiful picture that it looked like I was watching myself in the mirror. Just make fun of me already, and have a good laugh at the fact that this girl is taking pinpuri of herself, that it is so weird.”
This time, great self-deprecation has begun. Are you okay, Saint-sama? Maybe it’s manic depression?
“No… In pinpuri your picture is processed, so it probably looks 30% more beautiful than normal no matter who takes it?”
“Haa…?
She gave me a surprised look as if she had never heard of it before. Her large aqua blue eyes fluttered.
“Is that so…?”
“That’s right… Didn’t you know?”
Itsuki-san choked on my words and was silent for a while, then…
“Gyaaaaahhhh!”
She sat down on her knees and screamed again.
It’s no good anymore. It’s definitely manic depression. Let’s go to the hospital. I can’t handle it.
Episode 3: The Saint Suggested Suicide, What Should I Do?
It was about 15 minutes after the sixth class started. It seemed that Saint-sama had finally regained her composure, and she no longer uttered rants.
While I thought that, we went to a vending machine silently, and she used SUICA to buy cafe au lait. SUICA is an IC card made by a railway company. If you deposit money in the card in advance, it can be used as electronic money.
[TN: SUICA. The Suica is a prepaid e-money card for moving around and shopping.
IC card- Integrated Circuits card, a smart card.]
“What about you? Which one do you want?”
Itsuki-san, who was suddenly calm, asked.
“Will you buy it?”
“Yes. You can choose whatever you like.”
“Then, black coffee.”
As soon as she heard my reply, she put SUICA on the vending machine again and bought a black coffee. She threw the black coffee wildly at me, so I caught it without dropping it.
“Thank you.”
By the way, she had two ten thousand yen notes in her wallet. Perhaps she has a very rich family and gets a lot of pocket money, or maybe she is making ill-gotten money by using her looks. I wouldn’t have thought of that at all before, but her foul language and attitude made me think of the possibility.
Well, no matter what the money is, I’ll take what I can get.
With that thought in mind, I sipped my coffee.
“Savour your drink, will you?”
“It’s on you, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.”
“What?”
“Because it’s the last thing you’ll taste in your short life…”
With a ‘mekimeki’ sound, the shape of the café au lait can she was holding was distorted.
Itsuki-san wasn’t calm at all!!!
“BEG YOUR PARDON?!”
Wait, I’m going to get killed!? She’s going to kill me!?
“I’ve got an idea. If you’re the only one who knows my secret… then I can make you disappear from this world! Right at this moment!”
She’s saying something ridiculous!
“Look, aren’t we on the rooftop? If you jump and commit suicide, everything will be solved! Don’t you think it’s for the best?”
It was supposed to be a saintly smile, but it now looked like a demon lord’s smile.
“No, no, no, no, wait. You will be the first to be suspected in terms of circumstantial evidence.”
“Oh…”
“A lot of people saw you dragging me to the roof that time. If I die here, you’ll be the first one they’ll suspect.”
I tried to make a good counter argument. There is too much evidence to make it look like suicide. No, I don’t want to die for this.
“Then what should I do…”
She sat down, pressed her forehead against her knees and started to cry.
I’m sure I’ve done nothing but the kindest thing for her, but why does she resent me so much? Isn’t it strange?
Letting out a big sigh, I sat down beside her, leaving a distance of about three people between us, of course.
“Hey, what can I do to get you to die? Would you jump in front of a train on your way home?”
“No, I won’t.”
What a request. It’s just too terrible.
“Okay. Let’s jump from here together!? Then you and I will both disappear from this world, and my secret will never be revealed.”
She brightly smiled as if it was a good idea, but what she was saying is just stupid. I’ve heard that Saint-san has excellent grades and is very smart, but… That’s strange. Was she actually an idiot?
“If you die with that embarrassing pinpuri, you’ll be laughed at long after you’re gone. They can use it as a portrait of you, right? You had a nice smile.”
“G-Gahhhhhh!”
She stood up again with a strange voice that didn’t match her appearance, and this time she tore the embarrassing pinpuri into pieces and threw them away.
The pinpuri were torn into pieces and thrown into the sky.
“Haa… haa…”
The breathing… She triumphantly smiled as if she were a warrior who had overcome death.
“How about this?! Gaaahhh! Ha-ha-ha!”
The reverberating of angry words and laughter.
I had no idea what or how to react.
“Now there is no pinpuri.”
“That’s right.”
“So, what do you say if we die together now?”
“H**L NO!!”
Itsuki-san clicked her tongue with a “Tsk.”
This girl’s character is already falling apart, isn’t it? Where did the Saint-sama go?
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Do you think hitting someone as hard as you can will really erase their memory?”
She made a fist and compared hers with mine.
“Stop it. That’s just gonna hurt, no memory loss.”
“Why can’t I just hit your until your memory fades?”
“That’ll get you arrested.”
“That’s true…”
I slumped my shoulders and sat down again, leaning against the vending machine.
“It sucks. I should have just thrown that thing away.”
“Why did you keep it?”
“Because… I was so amazed that I could take a lot of surprisingly good pictures. I was impressed that I could take such a beautiful picture that it looked like I was watching myself in the mirror. Just make fun of me already, and have a good laugh at the fact that this girl is taking pinpuri of herself, that it is so weird.”
This time, great self-deprecation has begun. Are you okay, Saint-sama? Maybe it’s manic depression?
“No… In pinpuri your picture is processed, so it probably looks 30% more beautiful than normal no matter who takes it?”
“Haa…?
She gave me a surprised look as if she had never heard of it before. Her large aqua blue eyes fluttered.
“Is that so…?”
“That’s right… Didn’t you know?”
Itsuki-san choked on my words and was silent for a while, then…
“Gyaaaaahhhh!”
She sat down on her knees and screamed again.
It’s no good anymore. It’s definitely manic depression. Let’s go to the hospital. I can’t handle it.
