I Quit the Going-Home Club for a Girl with a Venomous Tongue

to sit down and talk about things.
If you stick your hand out, it’s going to get you trouble.”

The girls’ arguments became more and more heated while they were talking.
They were screaming like cats threatening each other, mouths agape and gasping.

I decided to try to talk with Yuri.
I crossed my arms and approached behind her as she went head-to-head with the badminton club.
The girl’s were wary of me.
I didn’t care though, this one had a history of fighting in the bread section of the concession stand.

“Yuri, you look busy.”

“Etto..
Shirona’s boyfriend?”

“No, that’s wrong.
You’re going to Venus.
I’m on your side.” [T/N: Not sure what he means ちげーよ。金星に飛ばすぞコラ。味方してやる]

“You’re appealing to Shirona at this time? That’s amazing.”

It seems that I needed to use a language other than Japanese to talk with Yuri.
The best thing to do is to is to quote words from Swahili, probably.
[T/N: A Bantu language widely used as a lingua franca in East Africa and having official status in several countries.]

I decided that it was impossible to communicate with Yuri and turned my attention to the girls from the badminton club.
They glared at me with hatred of avenging their parents.
It’s suffocating me.

“Hey, just let the tennis club borrow it today.
It’s unreasonable to go back on a promise without notice if you’ve made it in the past.”

“It’s not your problem.”

“Hey, hey, if you didn’t listen to anyone but the parties involved, judges wouldn’t exist in the world.
You need an objective point of view.
Keep your head down.”

“Why don’t you just quibble on your own? We don’t need you.
We’re talking to the badminton club.
What club are you in?”

“The Going Home club.”

“Pfft.”

You’ve got some nerve laughing at the Going Home club.

You’ve just made enemies with all of the Going Home clubs in the country.
We are an unaffiliated, ‘unorganized club’, what we call a ‘border-less club’.
I applaud you for speaking out against this noble body of concepts.
Imagine.
Imagine all the Going Home clubs in the country running as fast as they can toward you like a flood.

It would be the end of the world.

“What are you smiling at…?”

I’m sorry that you’re offended by me going home, but I’m offended by you antagonizing the Going Home club.
We have nothing to lose.
You might as well give up.
The difference between us is huge.

You’re not going to be able to find out what’s going on.
Sui has done it again.
Aren’t you angry when someone insults your club? What? The Going Home club isn’t a club? I’m sending you to Siberia.

“You’re wasting your precious after-school time, you guys.
Back off today and just let the tennis team have some of the gym for themselves.”

“Shut up.
It’s none of your business.”

All right.
Now let’s talk in Morse code.
I’ll remember you, badminton club.

Just as I thought it was too late, a woman with long hair appeared between the tennis team and the badminton club.

Looking back at us, facing the badminton section, the woman, with her arms crossed and her legs wide across her shoulders, standing upright, was Arina Hiwa.