"So I worked hard to learn how to dress, and read fashion magazines."
"Then I watched how other socialites did things."
"Then I got rid of my accent."
"And I saw someone being laughed at for speaking in a Kansai dialect—"
In other words.
Su Yang did not interrupt Koga and Tsuyu's conversation. He could roughly understand which part of Koga's psychological issues was at fault.
Mai's problem was avoidance.
Koga's, on the other hand, was probably self-denial.
Truly outstanding people did not need to worry about such things. Take the Kansai dialect, for example.
Some people found the Kansai dialect quite interesting.
Su Yang was one of them.
If a girl spoke in a Kansai dialect, he would find it refreshing and rather endearing.
"Then let's discuss our plan."
Su Yang gestured for Koga to sit down.
But first, he looked at Tsuyu.
"Tsuyu, how many times have you gone through November 12th?"
"...I've been locked in that room the whole time. How the hell would I know?!"
"..."
Tsuyu's voice was full of resentment. Apparently, as a sword that could not move on her own, being left sitting idle again had made her bristle.
"Mm..." Su Yang did not argue with her and explained, "This student, Koga, is experiencing a supernatural phenomenon."
"For some reason, time keeps rewinding. This is already my third time going through November 12th."
"...Huh?"
Tsuyu's pitch suddenly rose.
She was probably surprised.
Koga thought so.
As someone listening to President Su Yang talk about her own situation, even she found it incredible.
But after raising her voice, Tsuyu seemed distinctly dissatisfied.
"So, Master, this is already your third time going through the same day, yet it never once occurred to you to bring me along?"
"You're really bullying this sword too much~"
"..."