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Next section, TLC quit, editor is currently learning japanese as a side project and will probs start working as the tlc at the end of the year and may start doing tl on their own book choice.

image following this should be uploaded soon.

 

 

“-knowing about that person, from just a peek of Ouka Ryugamine, she seems to be the same as us.”

That type of person is very easy to explain. 《Witch》 will dress up in the manner of a 《Witch》, 《Necromancer》would also dress up in such a manner following it’s theme. 《Rider》 and 《Swordsman》 types of people can be easily distinguished by sight from far away.

But Ouka Ryugamine is not the same. She wears the same uniform as us, in fact, there does not seem to be any unfulfilled satisfaction {this sentence looks like it is either in the wrong place or it is missing some context}. This matter is extremely weird. Because even including the girl I count as the most special, they constantly carry a replica sword on their back. Or it can be said, Ryugamine will only show her true features in a private?

“-Obviously like that.”

“Uwah!”

Suddenly, the sound of words came from the side of the desk, harmfully scaring me so that I nearly dropped the fried chicken in my hand.

Checking with my eyes, a familiar girl was crouched over the floor, sicsicsocsoc (onomatopoeia for something I think means sneaky) doing something I don’t know, on her back was the case for carrying the replica sword, shaking from side to side in an uncaring manner.

Tsubasa Hikarigaoka… at what time did you pop out! And also, who is it that gave you permission look through my bag in such a happy and obvious manner!

“Don’t randomly look through other people’s stuff, idiot.”(stupid egg, or possibly the chinese for baka)

I used the handle of my chopsticks and lightly knocked on Tsubasa’s head of golden hair.

The slightly forward leaning Tsubasa, dicdicguuguu (onomatopoeia for who knows what) stood up and pushed her hair backwards. Under the uniform, her ample breasts swayed from the action of her arms, as if it would soon cause the outer clothing to tear apart. Following the rules of nature, Kimura and Saitou were forced to gulp back down their drool. Despite that, there is no way to compare this with the water melon sized boobs of the big boobed teacher, but her size can be comparable to a growing rockmelon, so it is not surprising that it will finish in the same way. Even though I have been used to it since an early age, sometimes I still can’t control my heart from racing.

“What about it.”

Tsubasa put her hand on her hips, facing away, looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. The supporting strap of the sword slid into the gap between her breasts, causing her chest to stick out in display. Even if Kimura and Saitoustare unblinkingly, does not give the slightest crap. The reason is simple, because this girl-our actions just don’t register in her heart, so even if we all just stare at her, she will feel nothing towards it.

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Here is the next section 2 days late, uni assignment due next week and I have been called in to work this coming weekend so next update will be in roughly two weeks time.

 

Where has your side dishes gone? How in the world can you eat plain white rice in so contentedly. I ate what I made myself – even saying so myself, it is cold food – fried chicken bento, in a part of my heart, I consider whether or not to give a piece to them, but I do not want to make them feel as if they need to give me some next time.

Me giving food to everyone might be seen as me butting into their business, as such, I banished that way of thinking. In fact, he had already sprinkled salt onto the rice, again on it, if taking that bento, we can form a rice ball (onigiri), if that is so, enquiring further and adding other products into the rice would become irrelevent.

“You really spoke the truth?”

At the sight of Kimura while tapping his chopstick, asked a question in reply.

“Again, making sure, however.”

Saitou displayed his teeth which were covered in seaweed, nodding their head in reply.

“After hearing her words, it is not hard to figure out right? In fact, her family is super rich. Ouka Ryugamine is not the same as us.”

I pretend not to have heard, the sound of his voice contained a slight hint of envy; afraid Kimura is also the same. this is the silent agreement between us normal people of knowing, but not speaking it out loud, it is our way of dealing with the world. Even if we envy the items others have, but what we are unable to obtain, it is useless.

“Therefore said, her parents are also《Persona》?” I ask.

“No, they are normal《Villagers》, rumour says that they simply are rich. And it is not as if only personas are the only ones who are rich, is that not wrong?

About this matter.

“It is my first time seeing someone as a Maou.” Kimura said. “The school I previously went to didn’t have one. Satou, you?”

“My school also didn’t have any.”

Even so, there are other “special” people, but that person is a completely different girl compared with the Maou. Maou should have a type relevant rare ability, so rare in fact that within the whole coutry, there is roughly only 10 of them in existence. So meeting others opposite to that girl, the ability that they possess should be one that is rarely seen. Fact is, it is rare to find these two being in such close quarters together – it is truly a difficult to find rare event. Even so, that is not matter we should rejoice at.

Kimura while licking his chopstick, continued on to say:

“But, meeting the Maou seems like an ordinary occurence.”

Ordinary? Is the inside ordinary?

It is as if my expression betrayed me, Saitou joked:

“Everyone is saying that. I have previously been in the same class as her for three years, at that time, I originally had that kind of thought. However, you will quickly come to understand, the truly amazing people is not that flock-”

Saitou covertly points towards towards the seat located behind, there is a weird person located there.

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**up1 I’m just gonna dump this here for now, uni tomorrow. the lines are in alternate chinese and english.  I’ve finished the first half, and will complete the second half on the 2 hour bus trip to uni or on the way back, not sure yet, but I’ll get it done tomorrow.

**up2 here is the text completely translated, number for the title are wrong as they are according to which copy, i have no idea. ill remove the chinese text later, hate working from an ipad.

**up3 removed chinese and moved to page.

Gulping three times, I could not bear in any way to look at the questioning face of which the eyebrows had scrunched up that belonged to Ouka Ryugamine, I then proceeded to put her out of my line of sight and stood up.

Following that, I gave my self introduction and then sat down.

I think I should be doing it like this.

I should have given the name Satou Jirou, which is quite a common name, and declare towards every that I am an ordinary and a bit of personal information that is not unusual.

I only say should, it is because I can’t remember.

I should have faced the front desk, spoken a few words, but for some unfortunate reason, I can’t remember what I said. I’ve dug myself a hole, I might have given myself a ridiculous nickname that would cause people to smile bitterly if heard, I cannot be sure I said this.

No! I trust that I absolutely would not have done that!

After looking at her tilt her head, without a single word, turned around to faced the front, and then properly straightened her spine.

From that moment on, until the time the instructor finished, the only thing that i could remember is her back’s figure.

Only having movement in her hair, her small and frail shoulders. No matter how you try to stretch it, her figure can’t be called full, even without the uniform, it is easy to tell she has a small body. (I think it is meant to be even with clothes on, but this is what it says.)

Regarding that matter, I know another who is a genuinely “special” girl.

“Mmh, after all they are the 《Maou》.”

Another mere mortal alongside me is Saitou Hajime, on one hand ripping open the bag of fried noodle octopus roasted bread which he had bought from the canteen, on the other replying.The person discussed just now was not me. After all is said, what is up with the carbohydrate x 3 bread?

“Truth or a lie!?”

Another person, also from among the many normal people is Kimura Shouhei, while speaking took the crammed full of rice thermal bento box and delivered the contents to his mouth. Until this point in time, someone who lets the inside of their hair shine, most likely because their plans to enter the baseball team. Why only those entering into the baseball team cannot leave their hair to grow long? I still don’t feel that having long hair would affect a persons ability to play ball.

“Oi…Stop spitting out rice as you please…”

Saitou twisted his mouth in protest.

“Sorry.”

Kimura in a joking manner picked up all the rice that had fallen onto the table and ate them.

It is the truth.

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Well found differences between the online version and the book I have which is confusing the hell out of me. The words may have the same pronounciations, but have different meanings causing the online version to have a few gibberish phrases.

Uni starts tomorrow, so I have no idea how fast I will translate from now on, but I still aim to get atleast half a page a week.

 

From hearing her recent words, I originally thought that she should be a very bad lady, but very unexpectedly, Ouka Ryugamine would not be described only as a beautiful girl, but should be described to have a cute doll like face. Because the sound of her voice once heard can not be said to be excessively high, therefore, the fact is that her growth is not fully cooked (I think they mean well done a a well cooked steak is described as well done and we are talking about a person, not a slice of meat), this point especially causes people to feel surprise.

But, she truly grew up to be extremely cute.

Even if we are talking about individuality, Ouka Ryugamine’s face is already special enough by itself. Directly speaking, it is something totally different from any other person’s existence. Even including that frightening manner of speech, yet in her face, it becomes murky and unclear. In this time, forgetting what is seen on television, to this day, I have not seen a girl so cute with my own two eyes. There is a saying that being beautiful is an advantage, but I feel that growing up to become cute also has the same advantages, so much so that I can’t hold myself any longer, I just want to shout and rant that this world truly is not fair.

“…May I ask…”

She said something! Not right, for what reason am I making a fuss about nothing much? But she has her mouth open as if about to say something! Did she not say anything in the first place?

But in the end, my ordinarily simple mind, had already taken the words spoken out by Ouka Ryugamine and made them into an alarming idea, it already feels as if she is a special existence.

Her extra deep voice is extremely unbefitting of her youthful features, but they do not feel wrong for her. What has been said until now, her chest cannot be treated to having grown much during her growth spurt. However, in front of the big boobed teacher, it can be said the same for anyone.

“…Why are you not speaking?”

What do you want me to reply about? Nor is there anybody asking me questions. In other words, she has already asked me the question? Ah! Hard but not impossible, she’s pointing out the previous matter？Yet it is said, she hopesto get my opinion as a classmate, in regards to the matter of her hatred of human kind and to provide an opinion on it? If this example is about that, for that I can only claim ignorance on the matter. But after all is said and done, I already won’t not discuss the opposition’s point of view, even I won’t discuss personal matters in such a public setting.

In my conscious, I am coming up with different ideas on what is being asked, and yet — it really isn’t like that.

The situation is not like that.

“Eeto…It is your turn? Introduction…”

Introduction?

I try to put on a calm façade, all the while my heart is letting out the despairing cry of that of a wounded beast.

True, I had already forgotten about that matter!

It seems that it is really my turn for self introductions! Because we are not going according to surnames, but are going through it according to the seating arrangement, so after Ryugaminehas finished, it became my turn!

Ah ah, how could I make such a sky reaching mistake within my thoughts!

How did I have thoughts about how she was specially asking for me to say something regarding a certain topic? What I needed was not a reason, I would not have my current mindset if that was such the case!

Huwah! Do you fully understand?

I tasted for the first time in my life the true taste of embarrassment! I can say with absolute certainty, all the times I have felt embarrassed before cannot be treated as having been embarrassed at all. Even including that time during the farewell assembly, where I was the only person out of the half of the the class playing one of the leading roles to make a mistake with their lines onstage, or during the times where I am unable to locate my diary and began making a fuss and randomly accusing others of taking it for a prank, when at the very end, it was located within my own storage locker. I have never felt this embarrassed before.

The me in this moment, has truly unwittingly walked into a very scary curse!

Calm down!

I need to calm down!

This situation can be found very often! Yet in this situation, would anyone around me understand why my heart is beating so urgently? Would Ouka Ryugamine understand? They are unable to figure out the reason.

I try my hardest to placate myself.