Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei - Volume 02 - Enrollment Chapter (II) Page 5

  "Within my ability, I shall do my utmost."

  As she watched Tatsuya respond and Miyuki bow in departure before leaving, Mari softly muttered to herself.

  "That, would probably bring about the best result."

  ◇◇◇

  Due to the nature of the job, Public Moral Committee members do not need to report to headquarters every day.

  Even the Chair spends most of her time in the Student Council Room.

  Because most of the members were selected for their martial skills, work skills and organization were not their forte. Add on the lack of input from management, and this was how the room turned into a disaster zone.

  Prior to Tatsuya's intercession during the recruitment week, he was the only one with a background in work skills, and thus — regardless of his desire — this had established his position within the Public Moral Committee.

  Today, despite being his day off, Tatsuya had been called in by Mari to help organize and write the reports for the recruitment week incidents. —Even though he was called in to help, in reality he was the only one working on it.

  This situation was truly out of his control.

  He originally planned to use the time after school to browse the unreleased files stored in the magic universities and affiliated magic high schools using the terminals in the school library, but thanks to this and that, his research has gone nowhere.

  (At any rate, let's finish all the reports by today...)

  Despite knowing that it was meaningless, Tatsuya couldn't stop himself from sighing. He planned on logging out of the terminal, then meeting up with Miyuki.

  Just like reading a stopwatch, the screen chimed an incoming message notification.

  It even included the school emblem.

  In other words, this was not something that students could ignore — a summoning notification that usually entailed a lesson from the staff.

  Tatsuya adjusted his posture in the chair and, of course, did not ignore the message and opened it.

  The sender's name was "Ono Haruka".

  ◇◇◇

  "Sorry for calling you here out of the blue."

  "No, I didn't have anything urgent on my end."

  In the Counseling Room, to Haruka's completely guilt free smile and apology, Tatsuya merely replied blandly.

  To tell the truth, summoning him actually threw a wrench in his plans.

  Although it wasn't urgent, but to refuse Mari's request and apologize for the inconvenience only led to piling up more work for him.

  And when he told Miyuki he had to cancel walking home together, while she remained outwardly calm, just thinking about how to calm her mood when he got back was giving him a headache.

  To top it all off, there was no reason why he needed to see the school counselor.

  Tatsuya really wished she would tell him why he was called here.

  "Well? Have you acclimated to school life yet?"

  She shouldn't be able to hear Tatsuya's thoughts — naturally, that was impossible, Tatsuya thought — so Haruka asked a typical question.

  "No."

  On the other hand, Tatsuya gave an atypical answer.

  "...Have you encountered any difficulties?"

  "There were a lot of unexpected situations that distracted me from studying."

  In other words, get to the damn point and stop wasting my time.

  Even if she couldn't hear this voice, she could more or less detect his unfriendly attitude. Haruka's smile grew a little forced as she crossed her legs.

  Beneath the mini-skirt, the derriere wrapped in silk stockings could almost be seen.

  For the two people sitting face to face with one another, there were no obstacles to obstruct vision.

  According to modern decorum, it was advisable to keep revealed flesh to a minimum.

  Because women usually wear thick stockings that cover everything beneath their dresses, even when exuding maturity, this sight was quite stimulating to the eyes. (Also, thanks to the advancements in fiber materials, even wearing this during the heat of summer would yield no discomfort.)

  Speaking of which, she was also wearing a rather open shirt, where the lines of the undergarments could be seen.

  For a faculty member to wear this in front of a student was overly flirtatious.

  "...What is it?"

  Haruka mischievously asked Tatsuya, who had unknowingly been staring at her.

  He would hurriedly shift his line of sight and reply in a distracted voice — if he was any ordinary man.

  "From the perspective of the modern dress code,

  I feel that Ono-sensei's appearance is slightly overkill."

  "I-I'm sorry."

  At Tatsuya's cold gaze and completely unexcited vocal warning, Haruka quickly returned to her ordinary posture.

  Using temptation to cause the opponent to falter was one of the most common tactics for seizing the initiative in conversations. It was likely that Haruka chose this particular wardrobe with this in mind. But this student (Tatsuya) betrayed no expression as he replied.

  No way to control him.

  Haruka was perplexed at her inability to seize the initiative.

  "So, why was I called here?"

  Even though it was suppressed, there was still a hint of a reprimand in the tone.

  It couldn't be that this attitude was all within his calculation, could it? Haruka thought to herself.

  He's only sixteen, but precisely because she wanted to avoid this hubris, she forced herself to use a temptation method she's not accustomed to. However, at this point she was forced to abandon this roundabout tactic.

  Haruka made up her mind and turned to Tatsuya once again.

  "Today, I wanted to ask Shiba-kun to help our work."

  "Your work, eh?"

  His intellect was formidable, based on the entrance examination scores alone.

  Despite that, if she were to cut into the heart of the problem right away, it may put him on guard even more.

  "Yes, us, as in the work of the Life Counseling Department."

  Haruka told him directly, though he probably already saw through it.

  However, given that she had already said "the work of the Life Counseling Department", the only thing she could do was finish her sentence.

  "The mental orientation of the students changes every year.

  For example, Shiba-kun uses the term 'myself' to address yourself.

  For magical students who aspire to join the military, this isn't anything strange. Given that, students only referred to themselves as 'myself' after the victory at the Okinawa Defense Battle three years ago.

  Changes in society bring about subtle changes within student personalities. This is especially the case after a major incident, causing individuals to view their age or relation to others differently."

  After saying this, Haruka studied the young man's expression.

  Tatsuya's face betrayed no confusion, though it might be more correct to say that her words went in one ear and out the other.

  "So every year we examine roughly 10% of the students.

  The goal is to properly examine and counsel the students' primary impressions and ideologies."

  "In other words, we are specimens for observation?"

  Blunt and straight to the point, but there was no sense of outrage or fury accompanying it.

  "If that's all there is, I have no problem with it. However, what is Sensei's true purpose?"

  With a slight smile, he responded with his own question.

  Haruka used every ounce of willpower to resist faltering.

  "...You think I have an ulterior motive? I'm quite hurt. I'm not that kind of scheming woman, you know?"

  The coquettish, almost joking tone, rather than being conciliatory, was in fact used to help refocus her panicking self.

  "For a specimen, I don't think I fit the mold very well."

  "That's true; I also think that Shiba-kun is not a typical student.

  But because of
this, I hope that you are willing to help.

  You may be the first example to break the barrier between Course 1 and 2 students, but there's no guarantee you will be the last."

  "...In that case, we'll treat it like that then."

  Haruka relaxed after finally persuading him. Even though he didn't seem completely convinced, helping complex personalities was part of the job description for counselors, Haruka said to herself — with a hint of escapism.

  "Looks like my immaturity has caused Shiba-kun to distrust me. Such a shame.

  ...So, do you mind if I ask a few questions?"

  "Ah, please go ahead."

  Even knowing that he was still wary against her, they couldn't waste any more time.

  Haruka brought out the prepared questions and went down the list with Tatsuya.

  Counseling was a line of work that heavily emphasized privacy. Confidentiality was an important part of work. That being said, it was still dependent on the topic involved; a third party may be involved to assist in the matter, but Haruka's request for assistance was unlikely to touch on the privacy of individuals outside of campus. The fairly straightforward questions involved the events between the day of enrollment and now.

  Following Tatsuya's description of the disturbances on campus, Haruka's response was—

  "...Thank you very much.

  Speaking of which, you pulled through fairly well.

  After going through such intense mental pressure, even suffering a mental breakdown wouldn't be a surprise."

  The opinion was spoken with a doctor-like expression.

  In reality, Tatsuya used the title "Sensei" because Haruka was a licensed psychologist, but her current capacity should be a student counselor.

  "From a medical perspective, that may be the case.

  But even for statistical data, there will be exceptions."

  At the assertion that clinical data was nothing more than the byproduct of statistical data, Haruka shamefully averted her gaze.

  As her gaze drifted, Haruka noticed Tatsuya was gazing at the antique (or maybe wrong era) clock on the wall — of course, this was because Tatsuya intentionally wanted Haruka to notice — and hurriedly shifted her gaze back.

  "Uh, that's all I have for today.

  ...Oh yes, while it's not a question related to counseling..."

  "What is it?"

  "Is it true that Shiba-kun was asked out by Mibu-chan from 2nd Year?"

  "...Truly an unrelated question."

  Tatsuya could not hide his dumbfounded expression.

  Haruka quickly followed up.

  "If it's Mibu-chan, then there are some concerns about... Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to divulge them."

  "Learning of other people's privacy would cause me difficulties as well.

  So, where did Sensei hear these rumors?"

  "So they're... rumors?"

  "Just rumors, or is there something wrong?"

  "No, nothing at all... Hm, I just wanted to ask you a favor if Shiba-kun decided to go out with Mibu-chan.

  However, if Shiba-kun isn't planning on it, then don't worry about it."

  "I've already said that the so-called going out was a mere rumor.

  So, where did these things come from?"

  At Tatsuya's repeated question, Haruka dropped her gaze to the floor.

  "I'm sorry, that's confidential."

  Tatsuya did not pursue.

  "In that case, I will take my leave."

  Rather than pursuing, he chose to stand up from the seat, and headed towards the door without waiting for a reply.

  "If there's anything troubling that happens with Mibu-chan, please feel free to discuss it with me."

  Haruka's voice rang out as if she firmly believed in it.

  Why does it feel like she was assured that "something troubling" will happen.

  Tatsuya was not interested in the reason behind her faith, so he kept walking without turning around once. His personality wasn't cute enough to bite at this kind of bait.

  ◇◇◇

  After dinner, Tatsuya was facing the console in his room when a voice came from the other side of the door.

  "Onii-sama, it's Miyuki."

  In reality, there were only Tatsuya and Miyuki in the house.

  Her identity was obvious even if she didn't say anything after knocking, simply calling out was sufficient.

  Even so, Miyuki would still solemnly pronounce her name.

  As if she wanted to carve her name onto Tatsuya's heart.

  As if she was terrified that Tatsuya would forget her name.

  "Come in."

  Tatsuya said while still facing the screen.

  From outside the doorway, the console appeared to be imbedded into the side wall.

  While swiftly browsing through the long lines of text, Tatsuya also caught his sister's silhouette through his peripheral vision.

  "The cake Onii-sama wanted is here... Would you like some tea?"

  The invitation tinged with a little hesitation was intended to arouse her elder brother's notice.

  To Tatsuya, it was only a cake, but this polite attitude was one of his sister's merits — whether anyone else could display the merit to this level was another story.

  Also, a hundred years ago no one would use the phrase "the cake is here", but now this has become a common stock phrase.

  With the advancements in the logistics system, "carrying around luggage" has become a thing of the past.

  Even small items such as cake can be delivered free of charge.

  Of course, for the stores in question, receiving orders and then delivering the goods were weighed against the two advantages of "reducing overstock" and "raising customer flow", thus leading to the service today.

  "I'm on my way."

  After replying, Tatsuya saved the intelligence on the screen as one of the homepage bookmarks.

  After savoring Miyuki's favorite chocolate cake and washing down the remaining sweetness with some bitter coffee, Tatsuya shifted the living room's console to data viewing mode.

  "...May I take a look as well?"

  Tatsuya hadn't finished eating his cake yet, not to mention Miyuki who was even slower.

  However, Tatsuya still opened the data files, signifying his assent.

  "Of course."

  Even after doing so, he still gave a clear verification to Miyuki, who was seeking permission, allowing her to sit down.

  "The subject would not be broached normally during family time, but go ahead. It's not like this has nothing to do with you, so it's better for you to know as soon as possible.

  ...No, I mean, you don't have to be so nervous."

  Seeing his sister put down her fork and adopt a proper posture, Tatsuya indicated that there was no such need.

  At Tatsuya's bitter smile, Miyuki replied with an embarrassed smile and once again picked up her fork.

  "Data File, Blanche, Open."

  Of course, there was no keyboard on the dinner table used for food.

  While he didn't like it, Tatsuya still used voice commands to direct the system to list the files of the investigation results on the screen.

  "Is this the political organization that engages in anti-magic activities that we talked about during lunch?"

  "The members call themselves a citizen's movement. In secret they're quite the infamous terrorist group.

  Also, it looks like it's true that members of this group are active within the school. Subordinate to Blanche is another organization called Egalite. During my time as a Public Moral Committee member, I saw the figure of students that possibly joined Egalite."

  Miyuki was initially surprised at Tatsuya's words, then nodded her head.

  "Pro Anti-Magic students in a magic high school?"

  "Your skepticism is natural."

  At Miyuki's confusion, Tatsuya nodded to indicate his agreement.

  "Not just in First High, people believe that magic schools can help them improve their magic, thus leading them
to attend. Whether they are trying to advance themselves or for someone else is another story.

  Thus, for students at a magic high school to reject magic seems self-contradictory."

  Completely self-contradictory. From Tatsuya's perspective, even though society had applied the inferior label to him, but from the viewpoint of a magical researcher, he had no intention of rejecting magic.

  "While taking the obvious logical path would make this seem odd...

  It's precisely because this organization does follow the 'obvious logic' that they are able to spread so fast."

  "...Why is that the case?"

  "If you consider this through the traditional lens, you would only run into a dead end.

  Rather than staying inside the box, consider this from another angle.

  The first item for consideration is, why do they proudly wave their anti-magic ideology banners, but never directly reject magic itself."

  "Now that you mention it... That's true."

  "Their proposal is to abolish the differences in society caused by magic. Just this, by itself, is an unimpeachable and correct idea."

  "...Yes."

  "In that case, what is this so called difference?"

  "An individual's talent or hard work does not reflect adequate compensation from society...?"

  "I just said, Miyuki, think outside the box."

  As he said this, Tatsuya picked up the remote control from the table, and turned to the screen.

  There were sixteen different pictures, one of them was brought forward and magnified.

  "Blanche is a political organization on the surface. Their evidence for Magicians receiving preferential treatment comes from the difference in salaries between Magicians and non-Magicians.

  The difference they speak of is the difference in mean wages.

  But that's nothing more than an average, a single result.