Yamaguchi | You were doing a baseball act or something back there, weren’t you.... |
Kumon | Ah, yeah... I’m part of a theater troupe now—. |
Yamaguchi | Are you kidding me—a theater troupe? An act? |
| “Let’s aim for the Koshien”? We’re playing baseball seriously here—we’re actually aiming for the Koshien. Are you making fun of us!? |
Kumon | ——. |
Yamaguchi | Say something! |
Kumon | —hh. |
Azami | What the hell are you doing? |
Yamaguchi | —Ow. |
Kumon | Azami, no!! Not his arm, he plays baseball—!! |
Azami | He came at you first. |
Kumon | Still, no! |
Azami | ...Tch. |
Yamaguchi | So you quit the club and joined a troupe, and now you’re hanging out with some delinquent...!? |
Azami | ...Who’s the delinquent here. |
Yamaguchi | ——. |
Azami | ...He ran away. |
Kumon | ...Azami, thank you. |
Azami | Why are you getting picked on? You’ve got a brother with a scary face. With his help you’d be done with this in no time. |
Kumon | ...I don’t want to look uncool in front of nii-chan. |
Azami | ...Sigh. |
| ...Well, I guess we all have people like that. |
Kumon | You have someone like that too, Azami? Someone you don’t want seeing you look uncool? |
Azami | ...Maybe so. |
| ...You’re headed back to the dorms, right? I’m gonna leave you behind. Can’t help if someone picks a fight with you again. |
Kumon | Ah, wait up—! |
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Azami | .... |
Kumon | .... |
Azami | .... |
Kumon | ...You know, nii-chan was always helping me out lots and lots ever since I was little. |
| Nii-chan always put me before himself... He was always worried about me. |
Azami | ...Even though he looks like that. |
Kumon | Nii-chan is really really kind. |
| That’s why I want to prove to him that he doesn’t need to worry about me—that I’m all right on my own—by pulling through this performance. |
Azami | ...That so. |
Kumon | ...I need to pull through this. I have to.... |
| |
Kumon | I’m home~. |
Azami | .... |
Muku | Ah, Kyu-chan! Thank goodness! I was just about to go look for you. |
| We were worried because you were out for so long. |
Kumon | Ah, sorry, sorry! |
Muku | Kyu-chan, how are you feeling—. |
Kumon | I’m fine, fine! —Ah, I’m gonna take a shower! |
Muku | Kyu-chan—. |
Azami | .... |
Muku | So you were with Kyu-chan, Azami-kun. |
Azami | ...Some guy in a baseball uniform picked a fight with him. Looked like they knew each other. |
Muku | Eh, really!? |
| Did you help him out, Azami-kun? Thank you. |
Azami | ...He looks all carefree, but he’s really pushing himself and brooding. |
Muku | ——. |
| Kyu-chan.... |
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Izumi | (Um, I need to get ready for practice tomorrow...) |
Muku | Director-san. |
Izumi | Hm? |
Muku | Um, do we still have guest tickets to our final performance? |
Izumi | Yes, I think we still have some. Is there someone else you’d like to invite? |
Muku | I don’t know if he’ll come, but... When they came to see me on stage, I felt like I’d been saved. |
Izumi | (Does he want to give them to someone important...?) |
| Give me a moment. |
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Izumi | —Here you go. I hope they come. |
Muku | Thank you very much. |