Part 2
That the night, after the meeting, Sento Isuzu had a peculiar dream. For some reason, she was together with Seiya working at the HR department, and the interviewees were all pretty ladies.
The first one up was a relatively mature-looking lady who had a very motherly appearance. She was taller than Isuzu and had a very well-proportioned physique.
(I’d like to work as your secretary.)
The woman said this as she faced Seiya.
(It may not look like it, but I am a certified grade 2 secretary. I’m sure I can be of use to you.)
Hearing that, Seiya leaned back and grinned, seemingly impressed.
(Wow, is that so? You’re hired. I hope you’ll satisfy me with your…attributes.)
Isuzu wanted to question his judgment, but couldn’t muster the courage to do so. She opened her mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing came out. It was just like trying to speak while floating in the vacuum of space.
Seiya hammered the seal of approval onto her application form. However, the woman did not leave. Instead, she walked over to Seiya and snuggled against his left shoulder.
(Good girl. I can feel your curves pressing onto me. This is such a “pressurizing” interview, hahahaha!)
(Oh my, Kanie-san. I’m digging your bulges too.)
(Oh shucks, you flatter me. Hahahaha!)
Noticing Isuzu’s glare, Seiya smirked.
(What are you waiting for, Sento? Call the next person.)
Isuzu reluctantly walked out and invited the next person into the room.
The next applicant was a lively female high schooler. She had chestnut hair and her big eyes gave off a cheeky impression. Furthermore, her complexion seemed very healthy, something that could also be interpreted from the size of her breasts.
(Umm…Pleased to meet you! I am applying to be your secretary!)
The girl said with an expression so nervous, it was commendable for her to even say anything.
(T-This is the certificate of my basic grade secretary qualification! I-I hope this will suffice!)
So even she has a basic certification?
Despite Isuzu’s frowning, Seiya grabbed the seal of approval yet again and slammed it on her application form.
(Hired! Come on over here and rest your tits on me. Hahahaha!)
(O-Okay!)
The girl circled over and hugged on to Seiya’s right shoulder.
(Now that’s double the “pressure”! Hahahaha!)
(Nice going, Kanie-san!)
(You’re handling this very well!)
Just what are these three doing… Ah, I just want to shoot them away and go home.
After another round of loud laughter, Seiya ordered Isuzu to “call the next person in”.
Soon after, a female elementary school student with long and black hair walked into the room. She had a tiny figure and innocent eyes that sparkled with youth.
(Let me be your secretary!)
The girl glanced at Seiya and the rest with pride forged from naiveté.
(I’ll take over you incompetent lot and rebuild the park. What are you waiting for? Hurry and hire me!)
(Hmph, hired! Now, lie on my lap!)
(I guess I have no choice. But just this time, okay?)
She walked over to Seiya and leaned back.
(The weight on my lap is splendid! Beat that, triple the “pressure”!)
(Nice going, Kanie-san!)
(You’re holding on well!)
(Geez…what a troublesome fellow…)
Having gathered a team of replacement secretaries, Seiya laughed once again. Isuzu attempted to speak to him regarding this strange situation she was in, but all she could do was open and close her voiceless lips like a dying fish. Seiya and the three girls looked at her in disdain.
(Hey, Sento. Why are you still here?) Said Seiya.
(In case you haven’t realized, I no longer need you. You can leave now. Go serve that princess Latifa as a side character or something.)
Don’t mess with me, there’s no way I’d do that—
Right after that, she fired a round through the roof, and woke up.
Her musket, embellished with gold and ivory inlay, was in her hands and, for some reason, there was a bullet hole in her ceiling.
Isuzu was lying on her bed in the park’s dormitory. Beams of light trickled through the holes in the gypsum board, causing Isuzu to inadvertently squint.
So it was all just a dream. Isuzu came to realize that as she came back to reality.
The three beautiful secretaries were all fictional characters. Nonetheless, they felt like an embodiment of something that she could never be, no matter how hard she tried.
The man responsible for that mess was also just a product of her imagination. There was no way that could have been Seiya. Isuzu knew him all too well; he was definitely not a person like that. Nevertheless—
“Mm…”
She got up from her bed, still holding her musket.
The muzzle-loader “Steinberger” passed down from her ancestors was a magical weapon that was bound to her body and soul. As such, Isuzu was able to bring out her weapon as long as she had exposed skin. She always chose to bring her weapon out from underneath her skirt because the exposed skin around her thighs made the weapon easy to access.
Putting that aside, Isuzu had never once before shot her musket while sleeping. To think that I’d actually get so worked up over a dream…
She checked her clock and realized it was only a little past 6 in the morning. Isuzu considered sleeping for a little longer, but she was already wide awake. Resigning herself to staying awake, she parted with her bed and went to take a shower.
Isuzu had told Seiya many times that she felt like dying if she did not take at least 3 showers a day. While she wouldn’t actually die as a result, her statement was certainly no exaggeration.
After removing her underwear and throwing it to the side, Isuzu stepped in and submerged herself in the hot water.
Drops of water trickled down from her skin, creating tiny ripples in the bathtub upon impact with the surface. Isuzu stared blankly at folds in the water and wondered. Why did I have such a dream?
The answer gradually surfaced in her consciousness. Dreams like this were a result of a person’s insecurity. Just what could I be insecure about?
Was it the lack of manpower? That would have been understandable.
Furthermore, Isuzu had spent a considerable amount of time managing the theme park and even resorted to violence when the cast members did not cooperate. Despite that, her management did not generate any visible improvement, creating much resentment among the cast. In the end, they had to rely on Kanie Seiya, one of the people of the land and the Oracle’s chosen one, to save the park. Of course, Isuzu was eternally grateful to Seiya, but his actions certainly caused her to feel disgraced.
But then again, that doesn’t really matter. Isuzu had already accepted the fact that she might be recalled back to Maple Land at any time. She was unable to fulfill her duty, after all.
Squatting on the bathtub, Isuzu showered herself with some warm water.
Even if it were due to my shortcomings, that alone shouldn’t have brought on a dream like that…
Or perhaps it was jealousy? Could Isuzu be jealous of Seiya’s ability to somehow gather so many guests in the short time frame given to him? No, I don’t think that’s it either…
Truth be told, Isuzu held a great admiration for Seiya’s skills. If she weren’t as dense and serious, she would definitely have praised and hugged him while crying in joy. But she hesitated. In the end, Isuzu could not bring herself to do it.
If not jealousy, then what?
Or perhaps, could it be… No, no, no…not a chance.
Holding that thought back, Isuzu briefly shook her head and turned off the shower.
I have to do something about this. Isuzu could not afford to harbor such feelings. No way at all. Firstly, Seiya would definitely laugh in disbelief. Anyone who found out would probably mock her too.
Telling herself that, Isuzu grabbed a clean towel and dried herself. As always, she put on her knee socks first; her underwear came after. Isuzu had unknowingly picked up this habit from a very young age without any particular reason.
Right then, Isuzu recalled the incident at Seiya’s place.
Seiya had stepped into the bathroom while Isuzu was putting on her clothes right after stepping out of the bath. Despite that, Isuzu had merely showed what the people of the land would call a “poker face”.
Nonetheless, the lack of reaction hadn’t meant that she was perfectly all right with it. After all, Isuzu was the type who would retain her composure when facing many challenging situations. She probably wouldn’t flinch if a bomb were to explode right next to her.
After putting on her underwear and blow drying her hair, Isuzu brushed her teeth and looked into the mirror. She tried to make some facial expressions.
Her lips and eyelids barely moved, resulting in an awkward an attempt in a smile that could not be discerned from a frown, and vice versa. In the end, she was still hopelessly bad at expressing her own emotions.
Isuzu put on her formal lip gloss and squeezed her lips together. The motion of her lips was impressive and brightened the dull look of her face.
She tried it once again but it ended in failure, with her lips warping into a “へ” shape.
Part 2
That the night, after the meeting, Sento Isuzu had a peculiar dream. For some reason, she was together with Seiya working at the HR department, and the interviewees were all pretty ladies.
The first one up was a relatively mature-looking lady who had a very motherly appearance. She was taller than Isuzu and had a very well-proportioned physique.
(I’d like to work as your secretary.)
The woman said this as she faced Seiya.
(It may not look like it, but I am a certified grade 2 secretary. I’m sure I can be of use to you.)
Hearing that, Seiya leaned back and grinned, seemingly impressed.
(Wow, is that so? You’re hired. I hope you’ll satisfy me with your…attributes.)
Isuzu wanted to question his judgment, but couldn’t muster the courage to do so. She opened her mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing came out. It was just like trying to speak while floating in the vacuum of space.
Seiya hammered the seal of approval onto her application form. However, the woman did not leave. Instead, she walked over to Seiya and snuggled against his left shoulder.
(Good girl. I can feel your curves pressing onto me. This is such a “pressurizing” interview, hahahaha!)
(Oh my, Kanie-san. I’m digging your bulges too.)
(Oh shucks, you flatter me. Hahahaha!)
Noticing Isuzu’s glare, Seiya smirked.
(What are you waiting for, Sento? Call the next person.)
Isuzu reluctantly walked out and invited the next person into the room.
The next applicant was a lively female high schooler. She had chestnut hair and her big eyes gave off a cheeky impression. Furthermore, her complexion seemed very healthy, something that could also be interpreted from the size of her breasts.
(Umm…Pleased to meet you! I am applying to be your secretary!)
The girl said with an expression so nervous, it was commendable for her to even say anything.
(T-This is the certificate of my basic grade secretary qualification! I-I hope this will suffice!)
So even she has a basic certification?
Despite Isuzu’s frowning, Seiya grabbed the seal of approval yet again and slammed it on her application form.
(Hired! Come on over here and rest your tits on me. Hahahaha!)
(O-Okay!)
The girl circled over and hugged on to Seiya’s right shoulder.
(Now that’s double the “pressure”! Hahahaha!)
(Nice going, Kanie-san!)
(You’re handling this very well!)
Just what are these three doing… Ah, I just want to shoot them away and go home.
After another round of loud laughter, Seiya ordered Isuzu to “call the next person in”.
Soon after, a female elementary school student with long and black hair walked into the room. She had a tiny figure and innocent eyes that sparkled with youth.
(Let me be your secretary!)
The girl glanced at Seiya and the rest with pride forged from naiveté.
(I’ll take over you incompetent lot and rebuild the park. What are you waiting for? Hurry and hire me!)
(Hmph, hired! Now, lie on my lap!)
(I guess I have no choice. But just this time, okay?)
She walked over to Seiya and leaned back.
(The weight on my lap is splendid! Beat that, triple the “pressure”!)
(Nice going, Kanie-san!)
(You’re holding on well!)
(Geez…what a troublesome fellow…)
Having gathered a team of replacement secretaries, Seiya laughed once again. Isuzu attempted to speak to him regarding this strange situation she was in, but all she could do was open and close her voiceless lips like a dying fish. Seiya and the three girls looked at her in disdain.
(Hey, Sento. Why are you still here?) Said Seiya.
(In case you haven’t realized, I no longer need you. You can leave now. Go serve that princess Latifa as a side character or something.)
Don’t mess with me, there’s no way I’d do that—
Right after that, she fired a round through the roof, and woke up.
Her musket, embellished with gold and ivory inlay, was in her hands and, for some reason, there was a bullet hole in her ceiling.
Isuzu was lying on her bed in the park’s dormitory. Beams of light trickled through the holes in the gypsum board, causing Isuzu to inadvertently squint.
So it was all just a dream. Isuzu came to realize that as she came back to reality.
The three beautiful secretaries were all fictional characters. Nonetheless, they felt like an embodiment of something that she could never be, no matter how hard she tried.
The man responsible for that mess was also just a product of her imagination. There was no way that could have been Seiya. Isuzu knew him all too well; he was definitely not a person like that. Nevertheless—
“Mm…”
She got up from her bed, still holding her musket.
The muzzle-loader “Steinberger” passed down from her ancestors was a magical weapon that was bound to her body and soul. As such, Isuzu was able to bring out her weapon as long as she had exposed skin. She always chose to bring her weapon out from underneath her skirt because the exposed skin around her thighs made the weapon easy to access.
Putting that aside, Isuzu had never once before shot her musket while sleeping. To think that I’d actually get so worked up over a dream…
She checked her clock and realized it was only a little past 6 in the morning. Isuzu considered sleeping for a little longer, but she was already wide awake. Resigning herself to staying awake, she parted with her bed and went to take a shower.
Isuzu had told Seiya many times that she felt like dying if she did not take at least 3 showers a day. While she wouldn’t actually die as a result, her statement was certainly no exaggeration.
After removing her underwear and throwing it to the side, Isuzu stepped in and submerged herself in the hot water.
Drops of water trickled down from her skin, creating tiny ripples in the bathtub upon impact with the surface. Isuzu stared blankly at folds in the water and wondered. Why did I have such a dream?
The answer gradually surfaced in her consciousness. Dreams like this were a result of a person’s insecurity. Just what could I be insecure about?
Was it the lack of manpower? That would have been understandable.
Furthermore, Isuzu had spent a considerable amount of time managing the theme park and even resorted to violence when the cast members did not cooperate. Despite that, her management did not generate any visible improvement, creating much resentment among the cast. In the end, they had to rely on Kanie Seiya, one of the people of the land and the Oracle’s chosen one, to save the park. Of course, Isuzu was eternally grateful to Seiya, but his actions certainly caused her to feel disgraced.
But then again, that doesn’t really matter. Isuzu had already accepted the fact that she might be recalled back to Maple Land at any time. She was unable to fulfill her duty, after all.
Squatting on the bathtub, Isuzu showered herself with some warm water.
Even if it were due to my shortcomings, that alone shouldn’t have brought on a dream like that…
Or perhaps it was jealousy? Could Isuzu be jealous of Seiya’s ability to somehow gather so many guests in the short time frame given to him? No, I don’t think that’s it either…
Truth be told, Isuzu held a great admiration for Seiya’s skills. If she weren’t as dense and serious, she would definitely have praised and hugged him while crying in joy. But she hesitated. In the end, Isuzu could not bring herself to do it.
If not jealousy, then what?
Or perhaps, could it be… No, no, no…not a chance.
Holding that thought back, Isuzu briefly shook her head and turned off the shower.
I have to do something about this. Isuzu could not afford to harbor such feelings. No way at all. Firstly, Seiya would definitely laugh in disbelief. Anyone who found out would probably mock her too.
Telling herself that, Isuzu grabbed a clean towel and dried herself. As always, she put on her knee socks first; her underwear came after. Isuzu had unknowingly picked up this habit from a very young age without any particular reason.
Right then, Isuzu recalled the incident at Seiya’s place.
Seiya had stepped into the bathroom while Isuzu was putting on her clothes right after stepping out of the bath. Despite that, Isuzu had merely showed what the people of the land would call a “poker face”.
Nonetheless, the lack of reaction hadn’t meant that she was perfectly all right with it. After all, Isuzu was the type who would retain her composure when facing many challenging situations. She probably wouldn’t flinch if a bomb were to explode right next to her.
After putting on her underwear and blow drying her hair, Isuzu brushed her teeth and looked into the mirror. She tried to make some facial expressions.
Her lips and eyelids barely moved, resulting in an awkward an attempt in a smile that could not be discerned from a frown, and vice versa. In the end, she was still hopelessly bad at expressing her own emotions.
Isuzu put on her formal lip gloss and squeezed her lips together. The motion of her lips was impressive and brightened the dull look of her face.
She tried it once again but it ended in failure, with her lips warping into a “へ” shape.
