Sickle Weasels
A story from when I was a junior high student.
One summer day, I woke up unusually early and ate breakfast unhurriedly, then left my house and went to school.
When I changed into my indoor shoes and opened the classroom door, there were still no more than a few people in there, the diligent kids who don't usually talk much. Nothing else to do, I reluctantly sat in my own seat and waited, absentmindedly passing the time, but although almost all of my classmates were present as the starting time approached, only a close friend whom I always hung out with still hadn't come.
'Is he taking the day off?' I wondered while I waited, and just as the starting bell rang, that guy entered. Even so, for some reason I felt out of sorts.
Ah! Below he was wearing his school uniform pants as always, but above he was wearing gym clothes.
"Oi, what's the matter there?" I chided him, while laughing.
"Um... ...look at this." he said, and held out the thing he was carrying beside him to the tip of my nose. When I could see it well, somehow that dress shirt was full of blood, and he inclined his head, saying "Don't have a clue..."
When I asked whether he was injured somewhere, he said: "No, on the way here I thought 'Isn't it cold?' and when I looked down at my stomach it was like this, but I don't have pain anywhere and I'm not hurt. But I'm going to the school clinic for now."
In the end nobody ever knew the cause, but when I think about it now I think I would say for sure that it was sickle weasels.
One summer day, I woke up unusually early and ate breakfast unhurriedly, then left my house and went to school.
When I changed into my indoor shoes and opened the classroom door, there were still no more than a few people in there, the diligent kids who don't usually talk much. Nothing else to do, I reluctantly sat in my own seat and waited, absentmindedly passing the time, but although almost all of my classmates were present as the starting time approached, only a close friend whom I always hung out with still hadn't come.
'Is he taking the day off?' I wondered while I waited, and just as the starting bell rang, that guy entered. Even so, for some reason I felt out of sorts.
Ah! Below he was wearing his school uniform pants as always, but above he was wearing gym clothes.
"Oi, what's the matter there?" I chided him, while laughing.
"Um... ...look at this." he said, and held out the thing he was carrying beside him to the tip of my nose. When I could see it well, somehow that dress shirt was full of blood, and he inclined his head, saying "Don't have a clue..."
When I asked whether he was injured somewhere, he said: "No, on the way here I thought 'Isn't it cold?' and when I looked down at my stomach it was like this, but I don't have pain anywhere and I'm not hurt. But I'm going to the school clinic for now."
In the end nobody ever knew the cause, but when I think about it now I think I would say for sure that it was sickle weasels.
<Coach's Laughter>
This is like a good continuation of the second story, Isshi! I'd say it's natural that someone like you, who likes monsters, would think about sickle weasels. I think that you simply forgot to write it, but although the dress shirt was full of blood wasn't it also cut? Because when I think about it, nothing would be cut, therefore "blood on the shirt" is a case of being incomplete right? Incidentally, I'm badly troubled by the words you used, "diligent kids." Because I know that you can't determine their true character on your own. So you should just use the word "classmates" right?