And so, we, Class C, arrived at the campsite.
“” Ooooooh! “”
What lay in wait for us was the great outdoors.
River water so clean it looked transparent.
Lush green trees and the chirping of small birds.
Several large log houses were lined up… and perhaps other students were there too, as figures could be seen fishing or playing in the water.
“Oh! Camping! This totally feels like camping! Honestly, the ruins where we fought Class B were so terrible I wasn’t expecting much this time, but this easily surpassed my imagination! This school isn’t half bad!”
“Karasuma, you, if it weren’t summer vacation right now, you’d be on the expulsion course.”
Sakaki-sensei said that mixed with a sigh.
“……Well, anyway. This is the campsite where you guys will live for the next three days. It seems other classes are here too, but they’re likely second or third years, so there’s no need to mind them. Actually, people who even know that [the Academy owns a campsite] are rare in themselves.”
“Man—! We’re saved because Kurashiki is with us!”
“It’s not that big a deal~”
Our leader Kurashiki puffed out her chest, contrary to her words.
As you might have guessed, she seems to have procured the information about this campsite.
When I asked, “From where?”, she replied, “[From the Student Council President].”
……I thought it again. I am really glad I pulled this woman into my group.
As I was thinking that, I saw a young man walking toward us.
“Hey, Kurashiki-san. Everyone in Class C, too. You doing well?”
“Ah! Student Council President Mogami!”
Geh, it’s the Student Council President.
That means—no way!
I immediately moved to hide myself.
But my reaction was far too slow.
“Gahahahahaha! Oh, Amamori! If it isn’t Amamori!”
From behind, my shoulder was grabbed firmly.
This superhuman strength… no mistake, it’s him.
I fearfully turned around, and there the man stood.
A towering giant body with muscular, rugged physique.
Yup, it’s Doujima-senpai, no matter how you look at it.
If Mogami from Class 3-A is here, I thought this guy would probably be here too.
Bad premonitions really do hit the mark.
“Um, my shoulder hurts, so could you let go?”
“Gahahaha! Fine! Amamori, join me for a sparring match later! I’m in the middle of retraining a bit lately!”
“……Right, if I feel like it, please.”
“Gahahahahaha! It’s a promise!”
……As usual, he doesn’t listen to a word people say. Well, since that day, he stopped pestering me to [Join the Vigilantes!], so it’s fine.
While I was thinking that… suddenly, feeling like attention was gathering, I looked up.
Then, for some reason, the gazes of all my classmates were gathering on me.
……Did I perhaps stand out?
I immediately hid behind Manabe-kun, but the Student Council President smiled regardless.
“That’s rare. For Tadashi to take such a liking to someone. Is he strong? Homeroom teacher Sakaki-sensei.”
“He’s small fry. Look, you lot. Hurry up and go put your bags away. If you guys stay here, I can’t take a break either.”
A helping boat from Sakaki-sensei… or rather, just an insult.
Furthermore, a blatant change of subject.
Sensing that, the Student Council President just deepened his smile and said nothing, and the classmates of Class C gradually returned to the atmosphere from before.
However… among them, there were still a few sharp gazes.
“……Tch, what is with that guy.”
I strive to maintain the pretense of [not noticing] those gazes.
Suddenly, I received a look from Higarashi-san that seemed to say [Don’t worry about it], but I shook my head and started walking.
I came to this camp to eradicate these kinds of stares.
Being treated this way at this current point is something that can’t be helped.
The problem is moving without Miss Justice, Asahina, catching on.
“……Well then.”
Muttering softly, I readjusted the luggage on my shoulder.
Thus, Class 1-C’s three-day camp raised its curtain.
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–Swimsuits.
They are merely scraps of cloth.
Naturally, I am confident that I could pick my nose while looking at Kurashiki in a swimsuit, and I am equally confident that I could snort derisively if I saw Asahina-jou in hers.
Of course, this isn’t limited to just those two.
Even when looking at swimsuit feature magazines, the only thought that ever surfaces is, “They look cold.”
Up until this very moment, I have never once felt moved by the object known as a swimsuit.
It is simply something one wears when entering the water.
That was my perception, and I vaguely thought it would never change.
But. But however!
“Kurashiki-san, do you have any tissues?”
“Amamori-kun. Do you know the word ‘rude’?”
–Swimsuits.
They are Romance.
Unlike everyday clothes, they are merely pieces of cloth overflowing with a sense of liberation.
It is a universal truth, regardless of gender or nationality; they never cease to captivate.
Where does that charm come from?
I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter if I don’t know.
It is Romance. That alone is enough.
Isn’t it enough to just be moved?
Like this, when you see something magnificent, you should just be moved.
Words are unnecessary. Bravo. That is all.
“Magnificent……”
I accepted the tissue that Kurashiki—currently in a swimsuit—produced from somewhere, and stuffed it into both nostrils, which felt like they were about to spray nosebleeds.
“So, Amamori-kun. Are we not there yet regarding your impressions of my swimsuit?”
“Hm? Ah, come to think of it, you were wearing a swimsuit too.”
With a gut-wrenching sense of loss, I tore my gaze away from the [Goddess’s Water Play] and glanced at her.
Kurashiki is wearing a white bikini.
Combined with the innocence and vivacity bursting from her entire body, it is positively dazzling.
And, the crowning glory is her proportions.
I had thought for a long time that she [had some], but it seems she is the type that looks slimmer in clothes than she actually is. It’s turned into a serious situation. Already, the boys’ gazes are glued to those flesh mounds x2. And honestly, it’s no wonder why.
“It suits you. I think it is very cute. However, it simply falls short.”
“That last remark was unnecessary, you knooww.”
I averted my eyes from Kurashiki and looked toward the riverbank.
At the end of my gaze, a Goddess had descended.
Wearing a bikini, Higarashi-san, along with Tendo-san in a modest swimsuit, were playing happily by the river—our Angels.
Her bare skin was divine and beautiful enough to burn one’s eyes.
It was just like a pearl, yet also like a marble sculpture.
A radiance that likely could not be reached even if one combined all the art in this world existed right there.
However, her wet, pale hair left a single streak of bewitching allure within her holiness.
Like a few drops of milk dropped into black coffee.
Mixing, blending, forming harmony.
It seemed to guide her to a pinnacle that holiness alone could not achieve.
The bursting splashes of water were just like holy water spilling from the spring of the World Tree.
Every single drop displayed a shine like an Elixir.
The splashes bounce and fall, bounce and fall.
They flow over her gem-like skin and return to the river.
It is an area of exposure unthinkable for the usual her. In other words, Eros.
And yet, there is no room to harbor lust there.
Why, you ask? Because there is not a single spot of shadow in her sanctity.
Because she is more open than usual, her aura has increased several levels.
Overflowing mystery.
Mother Earth.
The grandeur of the sea.
Blessings from the heavens.
The twinkling of stars.
The providence of this world is right here.
By now, it would be boorish to try and keep her within the framework of a human being.
Actually, it’s impossible.
The sheer amount of information is too much.
I momentarily succumbed to the illusion that infinity had been slammed into my brain.
But perhaps that is fine.
She has already surpassed human intellect.
–Swimsuits.
Just by wearing merely two scraps of fabric, she has transcended human history.
No, perhaps that is misleading.
It is not because she put them on, but the leap occurred because she took [clothes] off.
What a great discovery.
Maybe I should submit this to an academic society.
If I present it alongside the Panacea Theory, I will undoubtedly leave my name in history.
But I decided to keep this emotion within my chest.
This is ugly possessiveness.
I want to hog that figure of hers all to myself.
I want to keep watching that figure.
Just for this moment, as a mere high school boy, I think so.
She is exactly like art.
……No, sorry. The moment I said it, I thought it was wrong.
For that figure, that word is not appropriate.
I cycle through my brain searching for a word to describe her—to describe this spectacle.
Goddess? Angel? No, such words are lukewarm.
Going in circles equal to infinity.
During this time, in the real world, exactly 0.0000002 seconds passed.
I searched through everything, and the conclusion came.
–No matter what words are used, she cannot be described.
Even combining every single word that can exist in human history, it is a summit that cannot be reached. The terminus of beauty and loveliness. Likely to cause a nosebleed. Such a spectacle was there.
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