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absolutely right. Which is why Santa Claus does not exist.”
I was only arguing against him because I didn’t like how he was defending Haruhi, but I just voiced another question.
“If that’s the case, shouldn’t aliens, time travelers, and espers not exist the way Santa doesn’t? So why are you here?”
“That is why Suzumiya is growing frustrated with her own common sense. Her common sense denies her desire for a world where supernatural phenomena frequently occur.”
So in the end, her common sense lost?
“I’m sure that some unrepressed desires called Asahina, Nagato, and myself to this place and granted me mysterious powers. Though I have no idea as to why you are here.”
And let’s keep it that way. At the very least, I, unlike you, am confident in the fact that I am a normal human being.
Though I still don’t know if I should be happy about that or not.
“Over there! No whispering. I’m talking about something serious here.”
I suppose that the sight of Koizumi and me whispering had been an eyesore. Haruhi was yelling at us with her eyes narrowed so we had no choice but to take the cards and pencils she handed to us and return to our seats.
Haruhi was humming as her pen raced across her card. Nagato just stood there staring at hers. Asahina had a puzzled look on her face as though she were trying to solve the Königsberg bridge problem. Koizumi simply said, “What a quandary,” in a carefree tone and tilted his head. There’s no reason for the three of them to think so hard about it. Just have to make something up.
… Don’t tell me that they expect what we write down to actually become reality.
I spun my pencil around as I looked to the side. The stalk of bamboo that had been chopped off by Haruhi sat poking through the open window with its leaves sticking every which way. An occasional passing breeze would set them rustling and cool the room down.
“Hey, did you finish writing yours?”
I turned in response to Haruhi’s voice. The cards on the table in front of her read as follows:
I WISH FOR THE WORLD TO REVOLVE AROUND ME
I WISH FOR THE EARTH TO ROTATE IN THE OTHER DIRECTION
She almost sounded like some kind of obnoxious little kid. It wouldn’t be a problem if she meant for it to be a joke, but the look on her face as she hung the wish cards on the bamboo leaf was dead serious.
Asahina had written hers with adorable and neat handwriting.
I WISH TO GET BETTER AT SEWING
I WISH TO GET BETTER AT COOKING
What a sweet thing to ask for. Asahina clasped her hands together and closed her eyes to pray in front of the wish cards. I think she’s confused about how this works.
Nagato’s cards were pretty bland. They just had the dreary words H ARMONY and R EFORM written in a printed-style handwriting.
As for Koizumi, he was pretty much on the same level as Nagato with the phrases T HE WORLD AT PEACE and T HE PEACE AND PROSPERITY OF MY FAMILY written in surprisingly messy hand-writing.
And me? My wishes were simple. After all, they wouldn’t come true for another twenty-five years or sixteen years. I’d be a pretty old man by that point so I’m sure that I would wish for the following:
F ORK OVER MONEY
G IVE ME A TWO-STORY HOUSE WITH A LAWN
“You’re such a Philistine.”
Haruhi commented in a tone of disgust as she looked at the wish cards I had hung up. She’s the last person who should be acting disgusted with someone. My wishes are far more productive than wishing for the world to rotate the other way.
“Well, whatever. Everybody, make sure you remember what you wrote down. The first point comes in sixteen years. We’ll compete to see whose wish Hikoboshi grants first!”
“Ah… yes. Yes.”
I glanced over at Asahina nodding earnestly as I sat down in my original metal chair. I turned to find that Nagato had gone back to reading her book.
Haruhi secured the long stalk of bamboo through the window before pulling a chair over next to the it and plopping down.
I was only arguing against him because I didn’t like how he was defending Haruhi, but I just voiced another question.
“If that’s the case, shouldn’t aliens, time travelers, and espers not exist the way Santa doesn’t? So why are you here?”
“That is why Suzumiya is growing frustrated with her own common sense. Her common sense denies her desire for a world where supernatural phenomena frequently occur.”
So in the end, her common sense lost?
“I’m sure that some unrepressed desires called Asahina, Nagato, and myself to this place and granted me mysterious powers. Though I have no idea as to why you are here.”
And let’s keep it that way. At the very least, I, unlike you, am confident in the fact that I am a normal human being.
Though I still don’t know if I should be happy about that or not.
“Over there! No whispering. I’m talking about something serious here.”
I suppose that the sight of Koizumi and me whispering had been an eyesore. Haruhi was yelling at us with her eyes narrowed so we had no choice but to take the cards and pencils she handed to us and return to our seats.
Haruhi was humming as her pen raced across her card. Nagato just stood there staring at hers. Asahina had a puzzled look on her face as though she were trying to solve the Königsberg bridge problem. Koizumi simply said, “What a quandary,” in a carefree tone and tilted his head. There’s no reason for the three of them to think so hard about it. Just have to make something up.
… Don’t tell me that they expect what we write down to actually become reality.
I spun my pencil around as I looked to the side. The stalk of bamboo that had been chopped off by Haruhi sat poking through the open window with its leaves sticking every which way. An occasional passing breeze would set them rustling and cool the room down.
“Hey, did you finish writing yours?”
I turned in response to Haruhi’s voice. The cards on the table in front of her read as follows:
I WISH FOR THE WORLD TO REVOLVE AROUND ME
I WISH FOR THE EARTH TO ROTATE IN THE OTHER DIRECTION
She almost sounded like some kind of obnoxious little kid. It wouldn’t be a problem if she meant for it to be a joke, but the look on her face as she hung the wish cards on the bamboo leaf was dead serious.
Asahina had written hers with adorable and neat handwriting.
I WISH TO GET BETTER AT SEWING
I WISH TO GET BETTER AT COOKING
What a sweet thing to ask for. Asahina clasped her hands together and closed her eyes to pray in front of the wish cards. I think she’s confused about how this works.
Nagato’s cards were pretty bland. They just had the dreary words H ARMONY and R EFORM written in a printed-style handwriting.
As for Koizumi, he was pretty much on the same level as Nagato with the phrases T HE WORLD AT PEACE and T HE PEACE AND PROSPERITY OF MY FAMILY written in surprisingly messy hand-writing.
And me? My wishes were simple. After all, they wouldn’t come true for another twenty-five years or sixteen years. I’d be a pretty old man by that point so I’m sure that I would wish for the following:
F ORK OVER MONEY
G IVE ME A TWO-STORY HOUSE WITH A LAWN
“You’re such a Philistine.”
Haruhi commented in a tone of disgust as she looked at the wish cards I had hung up. She’s the last person who should be acting disgusted with someone. My wishes are far more productive than wishing for the world to rotate the other way.
“Well, whatever. Everybody, make sure you remember what you wrote down. The first point comes in sixteen years. We’ll compete to see whose wish Hikoboshi grants first!”
“Ah… yes. Yes.”
I glanced over at Asahina nodding earnestly as I sat down in my original metal chair. I turned to find that Nagato had gone back to reading her book.
Haruhi secured the long stalk of bamboo through the window before pulling a chair over next to the it and plopping down.
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