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Tada Taro said:
Still, I used to be a member of home economics club back in the middle school and nobody complained about the cookies I made. That is to say, you usually shared them with friends, so "nobody complained" actually meant "there was nobody to complain."

And now I feel depressed…

"Whoa, smells nice."
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Best friend on the rescue to shield us from the terrible Depression-monster!
 
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Heh, Shirou's Emiya charm better work doubly hard or Tamamo the Dummy may just steal us away.
 
First of all... fluffy!

Omelettes.
Also, wonder if being the Dress of Heaven (Image) in the Caster Class affected Kotone's food?

I mean... Item Creation is almost a prerequisite for Caster Class, right?

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EMIYA might be onto something here.
 
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    • I followed his lead and stood near the classroom door, trying to catch every sound. There appeared to be two voices loudly arguing inside. The one of them I recognized as Arthur, but the second one remained a mystery.

    "C'mon! Don't give me that! I know you're itching for battle. Like me! So how about you stop being a nuisance and accept my challenge?" said the enigma.

    "What you demand is impossible," the class president responded, annoyance obvious within her unfailingly polite tone. "Bottom line – very improbable. Unlike yours, my class is a cluster of different factions. Even if I allow this battle to commence, every member of the class should support my decision."

    "Otherwise, the school faculty won't green-light the mock battle. Man, does those stuck-ups give you any respect? It looks to me like the rumors about the Lion losing its fangs weren't so baseless after all. Such a shame."

    By "those stuck-ups," did she mean the students of our class?

    "They give me respect all right," said Arthur, perhaps too harshly. "But they give even more respect to themselves. Like it or not, nobody is going to participate, if you won't suck it up and ask them personally. Just like you said, they have this itch to scratch. Unfortunately for you, pride is something all members of 2-A share. Myself included."

    I imagined the tense atmosphere that spread around the classroom that moment. Just listening to them gave me a basis to ascertain what was happening inside.

    As I listened closely, Tamamo and Shirou shared a poignant look and sighed in perfect synch. They had this "annoyed beyond all wits" look going on. The person inside the classroom was, if my guess were to be correct, someone they knew or even knew of.

    "My, my, how scary," said the mysterious person. "Why do you people need to be so unnecessary difficult. Look, maybe you can talk with them, instead. For one, I'm an outsider here. For two, they'll probably be more agreeable if their class president asks them themselves. Also, I don't want to deal with that stuck-up princess." For someone who tried to be secretive, this girl was really bad at whispering.

    "You challenge our class," said Arthur and imagined her pointing a finger at the person she was talking to. "You ask them. Nicely. To accept your challenge. Besides, don't forget your class still haven't fulfilled our demands from the previous mock battle."

    "I know, I know! Dammit…" For a few minutes, an awkward silence reigned over the place. "… So"

    "So?"

    "I have your agreement."

    "That you do. The Round Knights Faction of the 2-A Class accepts your challenge."

    "Good. Then, who else?"

    "Iskandar and his cronies. Gila and whatever followers she has. The Trap Duo. Probably Emiya. Also, Sieg."

    "That's a lot," said the girl.

    "Sure is," agreed Arthur.

    The two of them then shared a sigh. In perfect synch. Is this some kind of a skill they train you here, too?

    "Oh, Emiya-senpai," somebody said from behind.

    As the three eavesdroppers, me included, turned around, we saw someone looking awfully familiar.

    "What? Artoria-chan?" I said.

    No, colors don't match. As I looked at her more closely, the girl only looked like them. While her hair was styled in the same style, the color was paler and reminded me of cherry trees. Also, her face was a tiny bit different, enough to pass as a close relative.

    And standing behind her was… some weirdo. I know it's wrong to call anyone a weirdo, but this person had a paper bad on his head, obscuring his facial features completely. And he didn't have an ordinary paper bag, either. It was one of those paper bags I saw in America fills. You know, the ones in which they keep their lunches.

    Which is strange. We're in Japan, after all. What's wrong with old-fashioned boxed lunches? Speaking of lunches, they had some sandwiches in the plastic bags both of them had. A breakfast, I presumed.

    "Hmm," Shirou said and looked at them. "It's you Okita. And Alcides, too. This means…"

    "Yeah," said the pale-haired girl. "She's at it again."

    "What happened this time?" Tamamo said with a scowl. Hey, that's impolite, you know?

    "The air conditioner in our classroom broke. We need a new one," said the paper bag boy.

    Then, the four of them sighed. In perfect synch.

    [] "Who is she?"

    [] "What are they talking about there?"

    [] "Did I miss something?"

    [] Write-In.
     
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    Either way I feel like something big will happen during this mock battle involving us, geez i want to find out about our powers so much.
     
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    And standing behind her was… some weirdo. I know it's wrong to call anyone a weirdo, but this person had a paper bad on his head, obscuring his facial features completely. And he didn't have an ordinary paper bag, either. It was one of those paper bags I saw in America fills. You know, the ones in which they keep their lunches.
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    Huh. It's Herakles Alter.

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    • "What are they talking about there?" I asked.

    At my question, both newcomers turned they heads and looked at my friends.

    "You didn't tell her yet?" said Alcides, sounding a bit muffled. That is to say, more muffled than usual, considering the paper bag he kept on his face.

    "Never had a chance to," Shirou replied with a small shrug. "It's not something you can mention in a casual conversation, you know?"

    "Still," said the girl. "If she doesn't know how things work around here, don't you think someone might take advantage of her? You aren't going to be around all the time, are you?"

    "We won't!" Tamamo hastily answered. "But! What kind of a first impression is that? Hey, kid, you know students around here like fighting each other for stuff and teachers are perfectly okay with that," she said with a faux-smooth voice, acting like some kind of a dandy man. "That sounds screwed up even to me, and I attend this school almost since elementary!"

    They were talking about some shady business and I got the gist of it, but the specifics still escaped me. "Um," I muttered and weakly raised my hand. "I'm sorry, but I don't get it at all. Fighting? Why should we fight? This is a school, isn't it?"

    "It is," Shirou nodded firmly. "But this is a school for demi-servants. Every single one of us has an innate desire for battle. Yours must be pretty weak, but that cannot be said for the others. Well, that usually varies from student to student."

    "What he means," Tamamo explained. "Is that this whole place is filled with battle junkies and the sort. So, we have an army of teenaged kill-machines that need to be trained and schooled in the same time. To put it plainly, school faculty needed to create some means to let them scratch that itch. Otherwise, students would have demolished the school already."

    "Thusly, the challenge system was created," Alcides succinctly added. "In short, every student can challenge another student over their possession. Normally, they would sort this out in an inter-personal duel, but if there's a conflict of interests between two groups of students, all of them need to participate in a single battle."

    "And this barely covers it," said Okita. "There are rules about challenging other students. For one, their strength should be somewhat equal, so stronger students won't be able to bully the weaker ones. This also covers the second rule: both students need to agree upon this challenge and be approved by a member of the teaching staff. If those conditions aren't met, the challenge will be void."

    "That barely stops students from making unofficial challenges, but the punishment for those are scary. You have to take Zouken-sensei's remedial classes for a month on your first offense," said Alcides and visibly shuddered, followed by all students around, random bystanders included.

    "Long story short, you don't want one of those," Tamamo added and used me as a makeshift body pillow to ease her anxiety. At this, I felt something plump and soft press against the back of my head. This must the so-called female skinship, I've heard so much about.

    "So," resumed Alcides, who seemed to be the most reasonable person around here. "There are mock battles between students, groups of students, entire clubs or even classes. That said, we can't wantonly declare them as we see fit. A student can issue only three per month, while challenges between separate classes should be limited to one."

    "As I mentioned before," the girl butted in. "The air conditioner in our classroom is broken, so we need a new one. Ergo, this challenge," she said and frowned a bit. "Or we could've repaired the one we have ourselves. Thinking about this now, I feel kind of stupid."

    "You know," Shirou coughed a bit. "I could've taken a look on that if you asked."

    "And where's the fun in that?"

    Suddenly, the voice came from behind, prompting me to turn around and see the new speaker. There stood a girl with flowing black hair and crimson hair. While lacking in stature, her presence alone was enough to match this shortcoming. Her slender figure, wrapped in a red cloak, emanated the aura of sheer greatness.

    However, standing there, making an artistic pose, while pointing at my friend, it was hard not to think of her as some kind of a weirdo. It was pretty hot outside, yet this strange person was wearing not only the school uniform but a stuffy-looking cape and white gloves. Never mind her weird choice of a headdress. It must feel uncomfortable to have such an enormous piece of metal on your hat, after all.

    Therefore, a weirdo. Just like Alcides before her, definitely a weirdo.

    "Fu-fu-fu! It looks like Our grandeur visage has left you speechless in awe! But fear not for We..."

    "Did you get everything sorted out with Arthur-san?" the girl asked innocently and called her name. "Nobu?"

    Nobu? What a cute name.

    "Impudence! We shan't tolerate such an act of disgrace upon..."

    "No-bu," the girl asked with a smile that didn't feel like one at all."

    "We have reached an agreement. The 2-A Class will accept the challenge issued by the Class 2-B if all factions within give their agreement. For now, the Knights' Faction is ready. I still have to ask some individual students, but otherwise, everything is fine," she mumbled haphazardly.

    "By "we" you mean the way you usually talk or you and the class president of the 2-A?" Okita-san asked.

    "The former," said Nobu, looking at the floor. "We have used our diplomatic talent to affect her decision."

    "Hmm," Okita-san replied. "Good to know. And who'll help you with coercing those students?"

    "Y-You?"

    Her voice was shaking. Really badly.

    "Me. Now then, since Emiya-senpai is here, perhaps should we ask him right now?"

    "Y-Yeah," Nobu said and after taking a few minutes to regain her composure, made a dramatic gesture and started her speech.

    "It's been quite a long time, Emiya! We, the Demon Kind of Sixth Hell, Nobunaga Oda, demand your answer! What dost thou speaketh?"

    The way her eyes sparkled with excitement was kind of cute... Wait, Nobunaga Oda? Last time I checked, he was hardly the type of a person you can call something like "Nobu." Moreover, why did somebody like that bonded together with a petite girl like this one?

    "I'm not sure," Shirou said. "I mean, there's no Emiya Faction in the 2-A. Only me and my friends. I can hardly make their choices for them. If that helps, I'm not against the idea. What about you, Tamamo?"

    "Don't wanna," my friend said and I felt something press against my head again. Did I evolve into a human-sized body pillow by chance? "Sounds like a drag. But if you and Kotone-chan agree, I will naturally join, if only to keep my eyes on you two. I believe same goes for David."

    "Understood," he nodded. "Kotone?"

    [] Accept.

    [] Decline.

    [] Wait and see.

    [] Write-In.
     
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    • Tada Taro said:
    "What are they talking about there?" I asked.

    At my question, both newcomers turned they heads and looked at my friends.

    "You didn't tell her yet?" said Alcides, sounding a bit muffled. That is to say, more muffled than usual, considering the paper bag he kept on his face.

    "Never had a chance to," Shirou replied with a small shrug. "It's not something you can mention in a casual conversation, you know?"

    "Still," said the girl. "If she doesn't know how things work around here, don't you think someone might take advantage of her? You aren't going to be around all the time, are you?"

    "We won't!" Tamamo hastily answered. "But! What kind of first impression is that? Hey, kid, you know students around here like fighting each other for stuff and teachers are perfectly okay with that," she said with a faux-smooth voice, acting like some kind of a dandy-man. "That sounds screwed up even to me, and I attend this school almost since elementary!"

    They were talking about some shady business and I got the gist of it, but the specifics still escaped me. "Um," I muttered and weakly raised my hand. "I'm sorry, but I don't get it at all. Fighting? Why should we fight? This is a school, isn't it?"

    "It is," Shirou nodded firmly. "But this is a school for demi-servants. Every single one of us has an innate desire for battle. Yours must be pretty weak, but that cannot be said for the others. Well, that usually varies from student to student."

    "What he means," Tamamo explained. "Is that this whole place is filled with battle junkies and the sort. So, we have an army of teenaged kill-machines that need to be trained and schooled in the same time. To put it plainly, school faculty needed to create some means to let them scratch that itch. Otherwise, students would have demolished the school already."

    "Thusly, the challenge system was created," Alcides succinctly added. "In short, every student can challenge another student over their possession. Normally, they would sort this out in an inter-personal duel, but if there's a conflict of interests between two groups of students, all of them need to participate in a single battle."

    "And this barely covers it," said Okita. "There are rules about challenging other students. For one, their strength should be somewhat equal, so stronger students won't be able to bully the weaker ones. This also covers the second rule: both students need to agree upon this challenge and be approved by a member of the teaching staff. If those conditions aren't met, the challenge will be void."

    "That barely stops students from making unofficial challenges, but the punishment for those are scary. You have to take Zouken-sensei's remedial classes for a month on your first offence," said Alcides and visibly shuddered, followed by all students around, random bystanders included.

    "Long story short, you don't want one of those," Tamamo added and used me as a makeshift body pillow to ease her anxiety. At this, I felt something plump and soft press against the back of my head. This must the so-called female skinship, I've heard so much about.

    "So," resumed Alcides, who seemed to be the most reasonable person around here. "There are mock battles between students, groups of students, entire clubs or even classes. That said, we can't wantonly declare them as we see fit. A student can issued only three per month, while challenges between separate classes should be limited to one."

    "As I mentioned before," the girl butted in. "The air conditioner in our classroom is broken, so we need a new one. Ergo, this challenge," she said and frowned a bit. "Or we could've repaired the one we have ourselves. Thinking about this now, I feel kind of stupid."

    "You know," Shirou coughed a bit. "I could've took a look on that, if you asked."

    "And where's the fun in that?"

    Suddenly, the voice came from behind, prompting me to turn around and see the new speaker. There stood a girl with flowing black hair and crimson hair. While lacking in stature, her presence alone was enough to match this shortcoming. Her slender figure, wrapped in a red cloak, emanated the aura of sheer greatness.

    However, standing there, making an artistic pose, while pointing at my friend, it was hard not to think of her as some kind of a weirdo. It was pretty hot outside, yet this strange person was wearing not only the school uniform, but a stuffy-looking cape and white gloves. Never mind her weird choice of headdress. It must feel uncomfortable to have such an enormous piece of metal on your hat, after all.

    Therefore, a weirdo. Just like Alcides before her, definitely a weirdo.

    "Fu-fu-fu! It looks like Our grandeur visage has left you speechless in awe! But fear not for We..."

    "Did you get everything sorted out with Arthur-san?" the girl asked innocently and called her name. "Nobu?"

    Nobu? What a cute name.

    "Impudence! We shan't tolerate such an act of disgrace upon..."

    "No-bu," the girl asked with a smile that didn't feel like one at all."

    "We have reached an agreement. The 2-A Class will accept the challenge issued by the Class 2-B, if all factions within give their agreement. For now, the Knights' Faction is ready. I still have to ask some individual students, but otherwise, everything is fine," she mumbled haphazardly.

    "By "we" you mean the way you usually talk or you and the class president of the 2-A?" Okita-san asked.

    "The former," said Nobu, looking at the floor. "We have used our diplomatic talent to affect her decision."

    "Hmm," Okita-san replied. "Good to know. And who'll help you with coercing those students?"

    "Y-You?"

    Her voice was shaking. Really badly.

    "Me. Now then, since Emiya-senpai is here, perhaps should we ask him right now?"

    "Y-Yeah," Nobu said and after taking a few minutes to regain her composure, made a dramatic gesture and started her speech.

    "It's been quite a long time, Emiya! We, the Demon Kind of Sixth Hell, Nobunaga Oda, demand your answer! What dost thou speaketh?"

    The way her eyes sparkled with excitement was kind of cute... Wait, Nobunaga Oda? Last time I checked, he was hardly the type of a person you can call something like "Nobu." Moreover, why did somebody like that bonded together with a petite girl like this one?

    "I'm not sure," Shirou said. "I mean, there's no Emiya Faction in the 2-A. Only me and my friends. I can hardly make their choices for them. If that helps, I'm not against the idea. What about you, Tamamo?"

    "Don't wanna," my friend said and I felt something press against my head again. Did I evolved into a human-sized body pillow by chance? "Sounds like a drag. But if you and Kotone-chan agree, I will naturally join, if only to keep my eyes on you two. I believe same goes for David."

    "Understood," he nodded. "Kotone?"

    [] Accept.

    [] Decline.

    [] Wait and see.

    [] Write-In.​
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    What the hell is going on with the text?! :confused:
     
    Huh, it was Nobunaga all along.

    [X] Decline.

    Yeah, I cannot see Kotone wanting to fight against other people, especially since she doesn't really know what she can do or with whom she bonded with.
     
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