Amagi Brilliant Park's
V2 - Chapter 1 Part 1
CHAPTER 1: Not Enough People!
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The night after the conference, Sento Isuzu had a strange dream. They interviewed the part-time applicants, and each of them was a beautiful woman. The interviewers are Isuzu and Seiya—for some reason, just them.
The first applicant was a student. She was taller than Isuzu, with a maternal smile and a voluptuous body.
“The position I want is to be your secretary,” said the woman sweetly to Seiya. “Despite the impression my appearance gave me, I have already passed the second-level secretary proficiency test. I can definitely be useful to you in many ways.”.
Kanie Seiya leaned her body forward, her eyes shining with interest. “I get it, I get it. You're welcome, then. Your ‘girl sister’ charms will cheer me up in my darkest moments.”
Isuzu tried to scold Seiya for his reckless decision, but he could not. He simply spruced his mouth in vain as no sound came out from his throat. It was as if he was trying to speak in a vacuum.
Seiya branded ‘Diterima’ on his resume. Then, instead of leaving the interview room, the woman circled the table and hung herself to Seiya's left shoulder.
“Hmm, good,” he commented. “I enjoy the pressure from your chest on my shoulder. Tastes good. What a high-pressure interview! Swahahaha!”
“You are amazing, Kanie-san.” she grimaces. “Really smart!”
“Stop, you're embarrassing me. Swahahaha!” He seemed to notice Isuzu's scolding gaze, but he brushed it off with a grin. “What do you see, Sento? Forward, call the next one.”
Reluctantly, he led the next applicant to the interview room.
The next one was a high school student who looked excited. She has short reddish-brown hair, big eyes and a naughty face. She has an athletic body and—hampir mandib—big chest.
“Um... Thank you for the opportunity! The position I want is to be your secretary!” he declared it boldly, despite his nervous expression.
“A-I black belt first level in secretary certification! I'm sure I'll be useful!”
Since when does a secretary's certification have belt levels? Isuzu who was dreaming wondered.
Isuzu's brows furrowed as Seiya gave the High School student's resume a stamp.
“Received! Well, comehere. Let's give chest that nice new house! Swahahaha!”
“Y-Yes Sir..” He ran quickly around the table and hung himself to the right side of Seiya.
“Double high pressure interview!” he chuckles.
“You are so awesome, Kanie-san.” bursts.
“Really smart!” the first girl chimed again.
What the hell is going on? Isuzu wonders. I want them all dead. I want to go home.
Seiya, on the other hand, just laughed out loud, then ordered Isuzu to call the next suitor.
The next applicant was an elementary school girl. She has long black hair as well as slender legs and arms. Despite his cherubic appearance, however, his eyes shone with intelligence.
“The position I want is to be your secretary.” he said, looking down on Seiya and the others with a rather sadistic look. “I can revitalize this park in a way you can't dream of. Understood it? So hire me now.”
“Yes, you're welcome!” he's telling.
“Now, sit on my lap!”
“If I have to.. but only this time.” He, too, circled around the table to sit on Seiya's lap.
“I like your bottom weight it!” he glanced. “Triple high pressure interview!”
“You are so awesome, Kanie-san!” the second girl told him.
“Really smart!” add the first.
“Really... stupidly you are..” scorn the new girl.
Seiya laughed out loud side by side with his new secretaries. Isuzu tried to say something about this strange situation, but his voice was still unwilling to come out. While her mouth was still closing in vain, Seiya and the three girls turned to look at her coldly.
“Oh, Sento. You still here?” tanyakanya.
“As you can see, your service is no longer needed. Please leave immediately. Be a servant to your daughter, Latifah— like you who are a figure without characteristics.”
This is unbearable, Isuzu grumbled. How dare you—
The sound of gunfire piercing through the ceiling made him open his eyes. In his hand was an ivory musket with a gold ornate line. Above it was a black bullet hole in the ceiling.
He was in his bedroom in the park employee dormitory. He narrowed his eyes at the collapsed plaster that had hit him.
Ahh, a dream. Sure oes…
The three beautiful secretary suitors were fakes. They were symbols of things he did not have—from things he would never have, no matter what the struggle was.
The image that he would flatter them like it was also purely fictional. He had never seen him act like that, and he knew very well that he was not such a man. And again—
“Mm...” He sits on a mattress and keeps his musket away.
Steinberger's magical rifle, passed down from generation to generation from his family, is a magical weapon that has melted with his body and mind. The shotgun could be pulled out or stored on any exposed skin on his body. Since her thighs were her largest area, taking them from there was the most efficient, even if it meant that it looked like she was pulling them from her skirt.
Still, he had never fired his rifle while sleeping before, and it even felt even more annoying to know he shot it in anger from a silly dream.
It was 6:00 a.m. He felt too alert to go back to sleep, for some reason, so he decided to stop trying. Instead, he got out of bed and took a shower.
If Isuzu did not shower three times a day, he would start to feel like he was going to die. He did not exaggerate when he said that to Seiya—he really started to feel like he was going to die. Of course, he wouldn't really die…
He took off his underwear and immersed his naked body in a torrent of hot water.
Water flowed on his flushed skin and fell from it in the form of droplets. As he stared at the small waves formed by droplets under the bathtub, he thought to himself: I wonder where the dream came from…
His answer swerved in the back of his mind. This kind of dream is usually a reflection of your anxiety, he said. What am I worried about, my own shortcomings? he wonders. It's probable.
I was sent to this park last year to turn things around, but I achieved absolutely nothing in the time I had. I acted like a proud soldier, who did nothing but make the actors hate me. In the end, it was Kanie Seiya, the man chosen by the prophecy, who saved the garden.
Although, he himself did not object to it…
I was fully prepared to be relieved and summoned back to Maple Land. After all, I've proven insufficient for the task.
Cowering in the bathtub and bathed in hot water from the shower head, Isuzu further thought. I guess my feeling of lack will not be enough to realize such a dream.. Could it be that I envy Kanie Seiya, then? Regardless of how he did it, in just two weeks he brought in a number of guests that we once thought was impossible. Am I jealous of her ability?
No, that's not true either…
To be honest, the main thing he felt on Kanie Seiya's ability was a sense of awe. If only she was not too comfortable with herself, she might have already pulled him into her arms and thanked him deeply, with tears streaming from her eyes.
But he hasn't done it yet. He can't.
Wh why? he pondered. If I am not envious…
Then it must be—
No, no, no. He put away the answer that came up by itself, slightly shook his head, then turned off the shower.
I must have gone mad, Isuzu said inwardly. I can't possibly have that feeling. That's not possible.
For one thing, he would laugh at me. Everyone in the park will laugh at me, repeat it in their hearts, while drying themselves with a clean towel.
Then, as he usually did, he put on his stockings first. His underwear was worn after that. It's just his way of doing it since he was little; there's no particular reason for that.
It reminded him of the incident in Seiya's apartment. He came out of the bathroom and dressed as he did at the moment, when he happened to walk into the dressing room.
At the time, he implemented what he believed was known in the human world as ‘poker face.’ What else could he do?
Isuzu pretended to be very calm, but of course, he was not. He only had a personality that allowed him to appear more level-headed the more precarious the emergency he experienced. Even if a bomb were to explode nearby, he would always be the perfect picture of calmness.
After putting on her underwear and using a dryer on her shiny hair, she brushed her teeth, and then peeked into the mirror. He tried to smile, and then he tried to cry.
There was a small movement around the corner of his eyes and mouth, but in general, his face maintained his usual indifference. Isuzu has always had difficulty in expressing, despite having little emotion.
She put on her more or less obligatory lip gloss, then tried to pursed her lips; this time it worked. There's something a little sexy about that.
Isuzu tried to do it again, exerting all his efforts, but this time he failed. Her lips just twisted awkwardly, then ended in a frown.
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The food served in the cafeteria of AmaBuri employees, AM, was very bad.
No one knows why the cafeteria is known as AM. Cafeteria offers three special dishes—which has not changed even once during the three years he was there—like foul-smelling gyudon, dried napolitan spaghetti, and chicken curry.
Chicken curry is the worst of all. It was full of carrots and hard onions; the chicken was not cooked to maturity; and, perhaps because they were using cheap curry powder, the smell became strange and musty.
To be honest it is difficult to make a curry that tastes bad, but as if it went through some sort of miracle, AM has come to this terrible curry. Isuzu sometimes wants to know if selling it on stage and advertising it as ‘Amagi Brilliant Park presents the world's worst curry’ might be interesting.
That morning, as a punishment for allowing himself to dream so silly and lose his control, Isuzu buys a ticket for the chicken curry. (At least, that's what he told himself—in fact, the low price of 240 yen would probably be more influential.)
“Wow, someone really bought curry, ron.”
As he retrieved the 260 yen change from the ticket machine, Isuzu heard a voice from behind him.
She's the Music Fairy, Macaron.
She is a white, soft, and adorable sheep mascot who is 2.5 heads tall. He is a longtime cast member, and he runs the Macaron Music Theatre, an attraction in the AmaBuri Witch Hill area.
“Good morning, Macaron.” he greeted her.
“Again, ron. Isuzu-chan, I have to ask... Are you really going to eat the car here, ron?”
“...It's cheap,” reply. “Also there is a philosophical reason behind it.”
“Be. But be careful, ron. Wanipii ate it once and it erupted from both ends, if you know what I mean. He ended up spending a few days at Amagi Hospital, regaining his fluids through IV.”
Isuzu wondered: If it was really that bad, why didn't the hospital try to figure out the source? But instead of responding, he simply walked away from the ticket machine.
He traded his ticket for the curry mentioned, put it on a tray, and then went to sit down. It was early in the morning, so almost all the seats were already occupied, mostly by the cast members living in the garden dormitories.
Isuzu lives in a female dormitory, so he eats here twice a day, morning and evening. Macaron must have been living in a male dorm as well, then, he realized. Although his usual countrymen, such as Moffle and Tiramii, tend to rent cheap apartments outside the park.
Everyone in the park has their own situation, however. He saw no reason to interfere in his personal affairs.
“May I sit here, ron?” Macaron walked to the chair in front of Isuzu. It looked reasonable, given the lack of chairs around them, so he nodded.
Macarons chose the special grilled fish, which is one of the more edible options offered by the cafeteria. If not for that silly dream this morning, he might as well have picked a fish. Despite his 480 yen price, against the 240 yen curry, it was further inspiration for him to choose the latter.
Pathetic, he thought. For an elite royal guard member of the Maple Land Magical Realm to choose between a 240 yen curry and a 480 yen fish seriously…
“This is the first time we've spoken at breakfast, ron.” Macaron said.
“So.” says Isuzu.
“You always eat alone. You have a real unapproachable aura, ron.”
“Ah.”
“Well, that's quite reasonable, considering your position, ron.”
“You may be right.” Isuzu agrees.
Last year, Isuzu's position at AmaBuri was something that approached the managing manager. Before that, he was a soldier in the royal bodyguard of Maple Land. Speaking of which, he was like a typical young elite bureaucrat who was kicked out of headquarters and sent to a remote outpost. He hasn't been accepted here, and it's hard to get results.
Friendship among AmaBuri's staff turned out to be very strong, given how bad the park itself was, but Isuzu remained isolated in their midst.
“Do I bother you? Sorry if yes, ron.”
Isuzu's response remained indifferent, so Macaron stopped trying to get involved and went back to eating, ate his amberjack filet and sipped his miso soup.
Isuzu did not try to be cold to her; he was just never sure how to respond to comments like hers, or how to enrich the conversation. It was also like that in the Maple Land guards.
He was not trying to drive others away, but it always seemed to be the end result, after all. A cold, stiff, and domineering woman who would happily use violence on others to get what she wants, and the people here make no difference.
He always hoped he could handle things a little better, but things never seemed to improve.
In silence, he brought a spoonful of curry to his mouth. As expected, it was undercooked, there was residual flavor, and it was terrible from all sides.
“Isuzu-chan,” says Macaron. “If it's disgusting, you should say it, ron. Honesty is good for the soul.”
He should have admitted it, but instead, with his expression locked onto indifference, he only whispered: “Maybe.”
“You did it again, ron.” Macaron bleating low and deep. “I used to think you weren't friendly because you were our managing manager? Do you have a communication breakdown, ron?”
He was surprised by his personal question. Before he could retaliate, however, he thrust his nails forward to stop him.
“I thought you were the type to think too hard until you finally forgot to talk, Ron. You really have to fix that, ron.”
“.....” Isuzu is confused as to whether to tell him to take care of his own affairs or not; his suggestion is quite reasonable, but it is not the first thing he wants to hear in the morning.
Since there was no better response, he ended up just saying: “I think so.”
Macaron seemed clearly disappointed by another indifferent reaction. “It's not good, ron. I'm just saying this because I'm worried about you. …Hey, it's Kanie-kun.”
“.....?” Encouraged by his words, Isuzu looked towards the cafeteria door. There was no one there; it was just an unknown cast member who was walking out.
He's back at Macaron. For some reason, he sat very upright, looking into the distance, whistling innocently. “My problem, ron.”
“...Once.” Despite doubting his strange behavior, he brought another spoonful of disgusting curry to his mouth. His teeth chewed on something hard, but assuming it was dry rice, he decided to swallow it. He continued by drinking water, then continued his torment under Macaron's careful observation.
What he could not see was, under the table, Macaron clenched his nails triumphantly as he uttered “ya!” very slowly.
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It was a weekday, so Isuzu's next stop was Amagi High School, in town. He was originally transferred to that school to recruit Kanie Seiya, so presumably, his task was done. But the woman, Latifah Fleuranza, AmaBuri's manager, told him this: 'Latifah Fleuranza:
“Kanie Seiya-sama is our savior. It is our job to make sure that he wants nothing, even in his education. From now on, you should stay by his side for the rest of your day.”
Latifah lost her memory at the end of the school year, so she was personally unlikely to know about the struggle Seiya went through in March. But when the princess of Maple Land told him to do something, Isuzu could barely resist. Thus, she reluctantly continued her presence at Amagi High School, this time as a second-year student.
The first weirdness starts when a girl from her class greets her in the hallway: “Pagi, Sento-san. You look pretty moody.”
Isuzu had spoken to this person several times since the new semester began. He was a bit of a leader character among the girls, and even kept an eye on students who were not very suitable. He greeting Isuzu is the connection of that role.
Normally, Isuzu would just say “I think no,” and end his conversation. But this morning, the reply came immediately: “Yes, I'm moody. I had a bad dream, I ate a terrible curry, and I had to resist the advice of co-workers I didn't ask for. Nothing goes well in the works, all the cast is lazy, and I can't stop worrying if we won't reach our arrival quota this year.” He got that far, then forcibly shut his mouth.
The girl stared in disbelief at Isuzu's sudden and unintentional logorrhea. “Oh. Sounds heavy.”
“Intense weight. My replacement, Kanie-kun, is a brilliant person either good or bad the result. I'm not envious of his abilities, of course, but I'm in a position where I should be supporting him, and I'm not sure I'm doing what's expected of me. I also have no faith in myself. So—” Isuzu clasped his hands in his mouth to forcefully stop the flow of spilled words.
What the hell am I saying? he's astonished. Ranting about my work problems to someone I barely knew.
“Um, I don't really know what you're talking about, but..”
“You are human, of course, so this is none of your business. Please, forget everything I said. Otherwise, I should use my magical Steinberger rifle for—mmph!” Isuzu grabbed his uncontrollable jaw with both hands and held it forcibly closed.
“U-Ums? Sento-san?” the girl braved herself.
“Mm. Sorry.” Isuzu managed to hold him forcibly, then made a U-turn and fled.
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“By the way, Macaron,” said Tiramii, as they took a break from morning dancing practice. “How about the bean of truth I gave you, mii?”
They're backstage at Building No. 2. It is a three-act structure commonly used for parades and performance dance practice. The room they were training in today was about the size of a school classroom, and had a wall covered with mirrors.
Tiramii and Macaron took a break, while Moffle gave performance tips to male and female background dancers they hired from a local theater company.
“One, two! One, two! Okay, now spin, fumo!” Moffle clapped his animal hand while banging the clues on the dancers.
“One, two! One, two! You, over there! You're late again! Why are you always late? You're going to let the audience down, fumo!”
Not enough people and not enough funding. As a result of these issues, Moffle has been doing double duty as AmaBuri choreographer and stage producer for a while. It was the kind of situation that would normally be the cause of a quick crash and fire, but Moffle has surprisingly proven himself capable in this particular job.
“Understand, fumo?! By the time one arrives, you should have already prepared for two. Let's do it slowly. One.... Now, two... Do you understand now? Let's try one more time, fumo. Turn around.. okay, one! Now on the ground... now, two!”
The dancers move awkwardly, but simultaneously.
“Yes, yes, yes! Much better, fumo! Now, let's speed things up, bit by bit. Okay, one, two.. Yeah, okay! One, two! …Yes, great, fumo!”
Seeing Moffle and the dancers practicing from afar, Tiramii and Macaron chuckled.
“What Moffle already... changed, mii?”
“Yeah... he seems to be indeed a little better at his teaching than before, ron.”
In the past, it was much less friendly. ‘Why can't you do it right, fumo?! You guys are all boring, fumo!’ he would shout, throw abuse at hired dancers and kill the atmosphere of the entire theater.
But now that the garden life has extended another year, he may be able to relax and be able to get better at the dancers.
“After all, back to the topic of conversation, mii. Macaron, what did you do to the truth nut, mii?” ask Tiramii again.
Macaron bleated deeply, staring into the distance. “Ahh, bean truth? I tried one this morning, ron.”
“Oh-ho..” Tiramii chuckles.
“I'm afraid to try it myself,” Macaron confessed, “so I slipped one into curry Isuzu-chan.”
“How evil are you, mii.” Tiramii smiled widely. He knows very well what the effect is.
Truth beans are a mysterious type of magical bean that grows in the mountains behind the childhood home of Tiramii. The nuts caused anyone who ate them to immediately answer any question with complete and unenclosed truth. How long the effect lasts will vary depending on the individual, but the range is from a few hours to half a day. Incidentally, the beans have a very special taste, and can be delicious when boiled with chicken, onions, sugar, and, and soy sauce (although it is not recommended to eat this dish with people who are not familiar with you).
“No need to worry, ron. Truth nut is legal.”
“...Macaron. I gave you those nuts so you could hear how your real ex-wife and daughter feel about you, mii. I didn't give her to you to play a cruel joke on Isuzu-chan, mii.”
“I know! I'm just gonna test the effectiveness, ron. Unfortunately, Isuzu-chan ended up going to school instead.”.
“That's a shame, mii. I'll ask how many times he jasterboot in a week.”
‘Jasterboot’ is a Maple Land term for a particular action. We won't give a detailed explanation here, but it's not something you'll discuss in a civilized company. It is related to a certain insult Maple Land—‘go puff yourself!’—but we will also leave details of what exactly it means.
“If you ask him that, he will definitely kill you later, ron.”
“No need to worry,” comes a vote. “I'll kill you right now.”
They turned around to see Isuzu standing there. He wears his Amagi High School uniform, with his usual musket in hand. His expression seemed empty, at first, but his eyes lit up brightly with fury.
“Ohh...” both wail.
He started shooting. The two were attacked, again and again, with pain four times worse than sticking your little finger up to the dresser.
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Kanie Seiya did not go to school that day, so she was in her office in AmaBuri since that morning.
He had a disappointing meeting with Ashe, head of the accounting department. He had heard frank reports about their finances drying up (and also causing despair) and now he was patiently engaged in discussions with him about how to balance accounts from this point on.
“In short... Pak.” says Ashe.
Other than her pointed ears, horns, brown skin, and a hint of cruel nature, she looked like an ordinary girl in her twenties, with many body curves held rigid in place behind a rather ordinary suit. Seiya had already heard that he had come from a magical realm other than Maple Land, but that was all he knew about her, and the fact that he nearly killed Tiramii after he sexually harassed her (in an incident that even convinced the irreparable mascot to finally be dismissed).
He also knew that he had been in charge of the AmaBuri account for many years. The fact that the place has stayed this long makes it clear that he is one of the park's secret heroes.
“Campaign 30 yen last month was a bad buzz,” he continued. “We made it through the arrivals issue, but our budget is in bad shape. If there is no change, we will start to experience problems with our cash flow.”
“Yah... that's obvious,” Seiya murmured gloomily.
“We are on the verge of a blank check,” he admits. “The only way to survive is to free up funds with massive PHK.”
“No way,” Seiya sighed. “We are already short on energy. Can we ask for a guarantee on Maple Bank?”
Maple Bank is a bank of the magical nature of Maple Land. It was one of the organizations concerned to keep the park open—natural enough, because the survival of their daughter, Latifah, depended on the survival of the park…
“No, they can't,” Ashe sighed.
“Why not?”
“Effects of Japan's quantitative easing strategy, politically motivates personnel reform at the Maple Land hearing, the new policy of the American Federal Reserve watching the banks of magical nature with a hard, should I continue?”
“No, you will bore the readers.”
“Good. The point is, we can't ask the bank.”
“Oke.” Seiya took his words. “However, try to help us get through this month, at least. I prepared the last method to raise funds.”
“Are you going to rob a bank this time?” tanyakanya.
Seiya looked at Ashe sharply because of that. He was a smart man, he realized. He must have known what caused the fire at Kajinomoto Stadium last month; the fact that he said ‘times this’ is proof of that.
“I don't mean to criticize,” he said, as if he were sorting his words carefully. “I want to keep this park operating as much as you. But I don't want you to do anything too rash.”
“...Appreciate your sensitivity,” said Seiya in the end, “but I can't promise anything. Although bank robbery is not an option, at least.”
“I'm glad to hear it,” Ashe told him.
At that moment, the phone on his desk rang. Seiya raised it; it was their head of security, Okuro. “What's up?” Seiya asked.
“Oh, Kanie-san,” Okuro said. “Em, actually, well.. just got in Building No. 2, Sento-san, Macaron-san, and Tiramii-san had a big fight.”.
“They three?”
“Well, it's more like Macaron and Tiramii ran scared when Sento-san tried to kill them,” Okuro confessed. “Do you think you can stop him?”
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Seiya ran to Building No. 2, but the mess was over by the time he arrived.
Macaron and Tiramii are dead.
Well, they weren't really dead, but they looked pretty close to death: Macaron wasn't moving, a radial crack emerged from the spot where his head pierced through the mirror. Tiramii was lying on his stomach on the ground, having written ‘his killer was a breasted monster’ with blood on the floor next to him.
Isuzu stood in the middle of the training area, his shoulders heaving, and breathing violently. The hired dancers curled up in the corner of the room, trembling.
“...I thought you were training for the parade,” Seiya alleged. “Where is Moffle?”
“I don't know for sure. I was told he saw the commotion and tried to stop it, but. ah, I saw it. There,” said security chief Okuro, as he glanced out a broken window. Moffle hung from the branch of one of the cherry trees outside, and appeared to be unconscious.
“.....So, what happened here?” seiya asked, knowing full well that the three of them must be teasing Isuzu again.
“Repalation..” come quick reply Isuzu.
“They gave me the truth nut, and they plan to ask me vulgar questions.”.
“Vulgar questions?” he asks.
“As how many times in a week I jaster—hmmmmmmmgh!!” Isuzu covered his mouth and pinched his nose. He looked like he was trying to pop his ears.
“Sento..?” Seiya looked worried.
“A-I'm fine..” she sighed.
“I went to school today. Although it seems pointless to leave without you, I decided that I should at least get a few days of presence. And I feel awkward seeing you after that weird dream that I—hmmmmmmmgh!”
“……? Okay, whatever. I'm glad this mess stays backstage,” Seiya told him. “It would be a disaster if the guests saw it. Now, wake up those idiots, then go to the administration building. Interview starts at 1:00 p.m.”
“W-Interview?!” Isuzu became very stiff, his eyes widened.
“What, you got a problem with that?”
“Yes, I have a problem with that,” Isuzu said without thinking. “I vented everything in my mind, right now. I don't know what I might have said during the interview. I may disclose the park's financial problems, or its dire working conditions, or any number of other things that would prevent applicants from applying. And then there's a strange feeling that seems to arise for—hmmmmmmgh!” His voice shrank into a strange moan as he tightly closed his nose and mouth again with all his strength.
“...Are you okay?” ask Seiya, after a while.
“No, I'm not fine,” Isuzu managed to say. “I need sick leave. I need to go home and sleep. I'll end up causing trouble for you if I don't. Not as a human chosen by divination, but as someone who ku—hmmmmgh!”
“What's with ‘hmmgh’ that you keep doing that?” he wants to know.
“Tell you, peanuts truth—hmmmmgh!!”
This is bullshit, Seiya thought. Summing up it must have been a form of flower powder allergy, he turned around, then started walking away.
“I won't give you sick leave for a little rampage backstage. Don't be late, okay?”
“But you have to let me go home—” Isuzu protested.
“No,” he said firmly. “Again, you're the one who screened the suitors. We can't do an interview without you.”
“Tapi—”
“Enough! You should be there! If you try to escape, you're fired!” he grumbled. “Dipecat!” Seiya walked quickly out the door.
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Even during a short break like this, Seiya continued to monitor the state of the park: Last week, he switched channels from security cameras to be displayed on his laptop via LAN. The security center crew as a whole stutters the technology, so Seiya has to handle the access settings and such herself. He hoped to find a way to access the camera from anywhere—like, at school and from home—but his efforts continued to end in strange mistakes that he could not fix, he said, and after realizing he could not guarantee security in his smartphone browser, he finally gave up. Seiya hoped he could have one course engineer to handle fundamental tasks like this, but of course, they did not have the funds to hire one.
It was a weekday, so the camera featured a nearly deserted garden. This is understandable, of course—every amusement park in Japan is facing a slump in these times in April—but the cast also seems to be lazing around. He should do something about this soon. In the next few days, if possible…
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