The Day the Floor Takes the Most Beating – Part 02

The entire student body had gathered in the gymnasium. After lining up by class and listening to a few words of wisdom from the principal, the Hyakunin Isshu tournament finally began.

The winner would get a ballpoint pen. Talk about killing motivation. At least give us money or something.

I ended up in the same group as Orito, sitting in proper posture before the neatly arranged cards.

“The first match will now begin,” a voice came through the microphone. A smooth, familiar one.

When I lifted my gaze, there stood Anderson and Mihara. They weren’t teachers, or even student council members.

“Why are they up there?” I wondered.

“Oh, they’re the event committee for the tournament,” Orito said.

This might be my chance. I’d been wanting to talk to Anderson today. Sure, I might get another chance eventually, but this was my first opportunity.

I’d win the tournament, and while collecting my prize, tell Anderson I needed