Prologue - Part 5
Peeking, peeking...
Oh haiiiiiiiiiii! I don’t know you!
Um... hello. My name is Mahiru Koizumi, and-
Hellooooo? Your tension is super low! Are you feeling alright?
Ah, that's right! Introductions are a go-go!
"I," "Buki," "Mio," "Da!" Put it together and what do you get? Ibuki Mioda!
Now repeat your introduction as loud as you can!
...What?
Come oooon! Where’s your girl power!?
Um... We can save girl power for another time...
Hm! Alright! Then let’s talk about this bombastic supermarket!
They got hamburgers, ramen noodles, chili beans, bratwurst, pasta... Ooooh, melons!
Americans, Chinese, Mexicans, Germans, Italians...and even people from Yubari would shop here!
Man, I'm getting hellaaaaaa stoooked! I'm thirty-one flavors of stoked for all this deliciousness!
And when I'm excited, I get hungry-mungry! I-I don't understand it myself...
Kyahaha, eat with me, Mahiru!
E... Eat with you?
Yeah! Ibuki and Mahiru can chomp on some big melons!!!
I’ll even chomp on yours! Kyahaha!
...I’m not going to respond to that.
Um... This energetic young lady is known as the Ultimate Musician...
She used to play guitar in an all-girl band that was super popular with other high school girls.
Apparently their hit single, "After School Poyoyon Hour" sold over a million copies.
“After School Poyoyon Hour”...?
Ah, that’s right! Now I remember!
I knew I’d heard Ibuki’s name before, and it’s because some of my friends were obsessed with that single!
Really? What’d they say about it?
Um... that they liked it? Sorry, I can’t really remember...
Grrrr! C’mon, give Ibuki some real criticism!
I’ve also heard Ibuki left the band over creative differences. She’s now pursuing a solo career.
I vaguely recall that... What exactly were those creative differences?
Are you intrigued!?
Ah, well... if you’d care to share...
Kyahaha, that’s a secret for another time! Ibuki’s gotta eat!
...Are you serious?
It’s self-care, Mahiru!
Wow... this hotel looks amazing.
The Hotel Mirai, huh? It looks like it's named for the Japanese word for their hotel.
When we were told to live on this island, I was worried we'd have to pitch a tent or something...
...But if we can live in a grand hotel like this, I guess we get to stay in the future instead!
Get it? The hotel’s name includes the word “Mirai”, and “Mirai” means–
Yeah, I already know what it means. Can you stop joking around and take things seriously?
...In any case, it seems this hotel will be our base. Why don’t we look around for a bit?
I don’t get it... How can he be so carefree?
If this persists, it’s seriously going to get on my nerves.
Hm? Are you...?
That's right... You weren’t awake when I told everyone my name.
Then, let me tell you now.
I am the Ultimate Team Manager, NEKOMARU NIDAI!!!
It’s your turn now. Tell me your name!
No need to rush me, I was just about to.
Phu! What is this lack of energy!?
USE YOUR VOICE, GIRL! LET IT RISE FROM THE BOTTOM OF YOUR STOMACH!
Hey! Don’t tell me what to do!
I’M NOT HEARING ANY EXCUSES! GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT!! LET’S HEAR IT!!
Aah! Stop yelling! Stop it! Can’t you see I’m right here!?
THAT’S MORE LIKE IT! YOU’VE GOT A GREAT VOICE WHEN YOU GIVE IT YOUR ALL!
I-I already told you to stop it!
Um... this girl is Mahiru Koizumi, the Ultimate Photographer.
AND MY NAME IS NEKOMARU NIDAIIIIII! Don’t forget it, even if you go to hell!
I am the Ultimate Team Manager, NEKOMARU NIDAI!!!
STOP REPEATING YOURSELF!
GAHAHAHA! WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE VOICE!
Did this guy grow up in a country with no women? No matter how much I scold him, he just keeps screaming!
Um... Nekomaru Nidai is the “Ultimate Team Manager”.
Yeah, I got that much!
Of course, he's not just a team manager. He's an Ultimate.
He’s traveled to numerous towns and played an active role in various sports clubs managing their teams.
For instance, he led some high school rugby team full of delinquents to victory in the national play-offs...
He also rescued a baseball club on the verge of being shut down, and led them to national victory as well...
Rumour has it he’s even training that famous Japanese pitcher who plays in the American League.
I see... I guess that is pretty impressive.
Gah-hahaha! It’s an honour to hear you say that!
Is he talking to me or to Nagito?
It’s probably Nagito, but if it’s somehow me...
...The hell are you doing? Turn around and leave me alone, bitch.
...What did you just call me?
I said bitch. Bitch! Got a problem with that!?
W-What the hell...!? Those are some bold words coming from a little guy with a babyface!
R-Relax, you two!
Relax? How can I relax when he’s insulting me!?
I-I’m sorry, this is all my fault. I should have seen this coming.
When everyone was exchanging greetings earlier, Fuyuhiko wouldn’t let anyone approach him either.
I guess I thought he’d be over it by now...
Pft!
So your name is Fuyuhiko, huh?
.....
...It’s Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu.
Fuyuhiko is... the heir to the Kuzuryu Clan.
...Kuzuryu Clan?
Wait, isn’t that-!?
The largest criminal syndicate in the nation, with a membership surpassing 30,000.
Which makes him... the Ultimate Yakuza.
A...Are you kidding me?
That would explain this guy’s attitude. He must think he’s so cool acting the way he does...!
..
Hey, you two... If we’re all done here, how ‘bout you make like a tree and fuck off?
...
I’ll leave... but only because I’m already sick of speaking to him.
