Sorry for Making You Worry, Eu – Part 03

When we arrived at Haruna’s room, another me stood before us wearing a T-shirt that read: Second Stage: Pride.

Pride, huh? That sounded troublesome.

“Man, I really wanna stick it in.”

A dirty joke? Sera’s glare was terrifying.

Before anyone could say anything, he said, “I wanna stick it to them and say something like, A three-iron?!”

Pride indeed. He wanted to jump in with the quip before anyone even made the joke.

“So… what exactly are we supposed to do?” Sera looked baffled.

“Set up the joke.”

Once again, Eu found the answer.

“A joke, huh.”

Unsure what to do, Haruna grabbed a piece of chicken and threw it at Pride. She shaded her eyes with one hand as if looking into the distance.

“Looks about… two hundred twenty yards!”

“A three-iron?!” {Note: A “3-iron” is a low-lofted, long-shafted golf club designed for long-range shots, typically producing a