[X] Facepalm. This being one of her chief tactics in bringing your attention after you hit puberty you have ample experience on that. You already ran the full spectrum of reactions from that, from shell shocked paralysis, beet red blushing and even all out open perversion, now only tired resignation is left. It's kind of sad really. If she weren't such a goddamn tease you would even consider taking up her offer, but unfortunately she is. Besides the age old wisdom of "don't stick your dick into crazy" still holds true. Why can't she calm down a little and truly ask your opinion for a change?
-[X] You sigh. "Not that I don't appreciate the view, but you are going to give people the wrong idea Medaka. Do you want to get kicked out of office just after winning the election?"
Faced with such a sight your body moves by itself. You flex the muscles of your arms, breaking the ropes already weakened by your razors.
And facepalm in tired resignation, your back hitting the ground with a soft
thud!. This being one of her chief tactics in bringing up your attention after you hit puberty, you have ample experience on that. You already ran the full spectrum of reactions, from shell shocked paralysis, beet red blushing and even all out open perversion (much to your current embarrassment): now only tired resignation is left. Really, it's kind of sad: if only she weren't such a goddamn
tease you would even consider taking up her offer, with a body like that who wouldn't, but unfortunately she is. Besides, the age old wisdom of
don't stick your dick into crazy still holds true. Why can't she calm down a little and truly
ask your opinion for a change?
You sigh. "Not that I don't appreciate the view, but you are going to give people the wrong idea Medaka." You stand up and look at her face, ignoring the temptation of lowering your gaze with ease. "Do you want to get kicked out of office just after winning the election?"
"What are you talking about? What's strange about showing off this toned body of mine?" She puffs out her chest, hands over her hips.
"Exhibitionist." You accuse with a dull look. "What about the school's rules? They say all students have to wear their uniforms unless while doing an activity that required different clothes, like tracking. Are you saying they don't apply to you?"
Medaka hums. "A sensible argument. As expected of you Zenkichi. But you're mistaken: the reason I've bring you along isn't for you to help me do my job. Never once in my life have I ever thought a job challenging."
'Because-' You dryly think.
'-there is still a lot in the world you're ignorant of, Medaka.'
"However, I need you! All I want for you is to be by my side!" She declares passionately. To many such a declaration is a confession.
You know better. "Is the Red Oni missing her Blue Oni?" You ask, referencing the comedic play Medaka proposed to do for the election before you put it down. This girl has no business in comedy, none whatsoever. You sigh again. "Whatever. Let's just get it over it. What's the job?"
[*]
After Medaka explained to you the request made to the Suggestion Box (you weren't surprised she did it. What are you surprised of t is that someone took it seriously: guess whoever did it was desperate enough to try anything) about some troublemakers taking residence in the Kendo Hall the two of you walked to the place in question. After you waited, outside the room, for Medaka to change into a very provocative hakama and skirt combo attire that would have purists in all Japan scream bloody murder.
Why does she have it anyways?
Of the many aspects Hakoniwa prides itself the most famous ones are the numerous sport facilities: among them the Kendo Hall holds pride as being the grandest and most traditional place. However this was true only until a few years ago: due to a lack of members the Kendo Club dissolved and the Hall became neglected. Currently the lace has become the favorite hangout for the school's delinquents.
Entering the hall you are meet with the deep and offensive smell of alcohol mixed with nicotine. Due to your powerful sense of smell the effect is worse compared to a normal human: it takes all you willpower to not sneer in disgust. So you opt to stay near the entrance and the outside's uncorrupted air.
"Hm? Who the hell are you?" A man with spiky hair, sharp eyes and a cross-shaped scar on his cheek asks in annoyance. To his sides there are seven other students who fit perfectly the stereotype of [evil minion].
"1st year, 3rd class, Medaka Kurokami. Head of the School Student Council." Medaka points her closed fan at them, a clear sign of challenge in your opinion. You don't know what she means it to be. "I'm acting as the Student Council's representative in response to a request in the suggestion box!"
You think the fact she looks so happy at the moment is making them even more angry.
"Ah...I've heard of you." The scarred guy, who you identify as the leader, threatening stands up while holding a bokuto. "The chick president who's gone mad with power, right?"
Not exactly: to go mad with power, one needs to first experience being powerless. In the case of Medaka power is something she possessed since birth: in a nutshell, it's much
worse than simple intoxication.
The delinquent cockily points his wooden sword at Medaka. "I'm surprised to see you'd bring yourself all the way out here! You might have got 98% of the votes or something, but I should tell you I was the one who got the remaining 2%!"
Meaning: they aren't Medaka supporters, quite the opposite. But the guy is wrong, the remaining votes were split among
two individuals. You checked: one was a certain Moji Mahibi, while the other was Kanoya-sempai. Since you know how Kanoya-sempai looks, this makes the scarred guy Moji.
"So you're the leader here, 3rd year Moji." This confirms it. "Kendo eh? That takes me back. I tried my hands at it for a bit a few years back."
The next moment Moji's sword is in Medaka's hands. While your childhood friend is appraising the bokuto the delinquent leader wears a flabbergasted look on his face, alternating his eyes towards her and his now empty hands.
'Barehanded disarm.' It's a high-level kendo move used mostly during the Warring States Era, when good weapons were scarce. Performed with the almost inhuman speed of Medaka it's almost a special technique a martial arts manga's protagonist would use. You think you are the only one among the guys who saw her move.
"Guys! Surround her!" Moji screams in anger. Following his order the others begin to surround Medaka, preparing to attack with their wooden swords. You just snicker and cross your arms over your chest, your back leaning against the wall. No need to interfere for this one.
"Inappropriate dress, dyed hair and accessories, a veritable parade of rule breakers." Medaka passes the wooded sword to you. "Not that I can really talk."
"So true." You mutter. Then again, neither can you: the only reason you haven't modified your uniform yet is because you didn't have the time to do it since you helped Medaka with the election.
What happens in the next few seconds would look to an observer as if Medaka used a technique straight out of
Naruto to create clones and circle through the delinquents, before appearing behind them with a lot of cigarettes cases balanced on the flat surface of her fan. In reality it was another kendo technique: a normal advance step and retreat step, but executed with such speed and perfection the human eye couldn't follow the movements. This time you're sure you were the only one to see her movements.
"However the cigarettes are one thing you should change: these things cause all sorts of health problems. Just think of this as
good for your future selves!" She declares smugly to the frightened trouble-makers.
Medaka using common sense?! Miracle!
As if. Something like that is obvious even for her. Nothing to be surprised about.
"It looks as though you've made a fine mess of this place." Medaka sighs, observing the littered trash around her. "To have dirtied one of this school's great facilities to this extent, I'm almost impressed."
And now she uses sarcasm. You taught her well.
"What's with the lecturing!?" A delinquent shouts. "This has nothing to do with you president! Don't think so highly of yourself!!"
Wrong and wrong. Wrong, because as the Student Council President it is precisely one of her duties to make sure the school is run well, and this include taking care of all buildings. Wrong, because compared to a bunch of delinquents even the average citizen is a better person.
"So pitiful..." Medaka slowly begins, closing her eyes and nodding to herself. "All of you guys were undoubtedly once passionate, loyal kendo club members. I can only presume that there is some great reason, some great tragedy which has lead to you straying so far from the path."
Yeaaaaahh...judging from their faces they're confused as you are. Just another of Medaka's flights of fancy.
"Were you thrown aside by your parents? Did you fail to meet a teacher who could guide you? Were you betrayed by one of your own?" Doing an elaborate stance that ends with her facing the poor saps upside-down, Medaka begins another of her famous heart-rending speeches. Man, even you are uncomfortable watching it. "Worry no more! I will help you be born again! I will make it impossible for you to become distracted by anything other than the way of the sword. I will straighten you out! I will correct the wrongs! I will improve you, rebuild you! I will not see your thoughts get lead astray again. I will leave you unable to cry or even laugh."
The last part is a bit ominous. You sigh: this, it appears, is Medaka's opinion.
Personally you...
[] Concur with her: nobody is born evil. Given a second chance and proper guidance, you're sure they will become better people.
[] Don't know yet: you aren't aware of their actual circumstances and feeling. Whatever they want to be, delinquents or good students, it is up to them to decide.
[] Disagree with her: trash will remain trash. You can correct them all you want, but given the first chance they will always return to their old life.
[] Write in.
