What's Wrong with Adding Me to So Many Omni-Anime Geniuses? Chapter 372

Bang!

After the loud slam of the door, Ouka Mai a sense of familiarity.

Haha--but everything that needed to be done has been done, she can sleep soundly tonight!

She stretched, showing off her plump and healthy figure in the empty corridor, walked towards the elevator, and went down to return the elevator card.

2 AM.

After packing his luggage, Sakurakoji Talent went down to the first floor of the apartment building. He had to leave now for his business that morning.

Carrying several pieces of luggage of varying sizes, he swaggered toward the Parking Lot.

"Ah? Talent... Young Master?"

Having just started working, Qin's mother, who had become familiar with the job from the less busy night shift, heard the noise, noticed his presence, and asked with suspicion, "Where are you going so late? And with so much luggage..."

"Just call me Talent, okay, Auntie?"

He corrected her, stopped, and then looked through the glass door into the distance. "Yes... we're going to a rather faraway place."

"A rather faraway place? Are you going on a trip?"

Qin Mu tilted her head and cutely touched the corner of her lips with her rhinoceros-white fingertip.

"You could say that, but I won't be gone for too many days."

"Hey~ This is great~ What kind of place is it?"

With an eternally youthful mindset, she asked enviously.

"Yes..."

Sakurakoji Talent thought for a moment, then gave a firm and serious answer, "It's a place where lilies bloom."

Wow! That sounds so beautiful!

"Beautiful... Buddha... yeah! She's quite beautiful!"

He nodded in agreement, looking very much in agreement.

As for whether he was referring to flowers or something else, no one except him knew.

"I have to get going now, Auntie! See you later, Досвидания (Goodbye)!"

He left with a sentence in Russian that she couldn't understand.

After finding his car in the Parking Lot, loading his luggage into it, he sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and slowly drove onto the main road in the quiet, deserted night.

Even in big cities, during the deepest hours when even crows are at rest, few people are still wandering around.

Witnessed by the lobby on the first floor of the Ten no Yashiro and the scattered room lights above the apartment, he arrived at the streetlights.

As he said, the place he was going to was a place where lilies bloomed. But where exactly was that?

(You can type your guess here!)

The car quickly left the small Aoyama, followed the highway, and soon left the Minato Ward...

He crossed Shinagawa and Ota, and finally, he left Tokyo Metropolis.

The moment he arrived in Kawasaki, he let out a heavy sigh of relief, as if something had been released from his heart, and even his body felt much lighter.

Although he hadn't completely left, the sense of liberation from escaping this haven of geniuses and monsters gave him a completely different feeling!

Tsk tsk tsk, family members, who understands this!

Living in a place teeming with geniuses and prodigies every day would drive an ordinary person crazy!

To paraphrase a saying I once heard, you may be Kaneko, but this city is paved with Kaneko!

Finally! He can leave this place where he encounters celebrities, academic geniuses, rich kids, or musical and artistic prodigies every day!

Although it was only a short departure...

Hmph, if it weren't for his health, he wouldn't want to live in this godforsaken place.

Even spending your whole life in a mansion in New York is better than never seeing the lives of ordinary people.

--Never mind, just kidding.

This is what he said from the perspective of an ordinary person; it has nothing to do with the real him.

Leaving the capital's expressway, he entered the automated lanes (highways and national highways) between various counties, speeding along for more than four hours, covering over 400 kilometers, from night to dawn...

Just as his eyes were dazzled by the night lights and he was about to find a service area to rest, he finally arrived at his destination.

This place is Kyoto Prefecture, Uji City.

This Kyoto Gentleman, exhausted, arrived in the territory of another Kyoto Gentleman in the middle of the night.

Instead of rushing to the designated place, since he still had time, he found a morning market and planned to get some local food for breakfast.

When it comes to Uji's famous products, it's matcha, or rather, only matcha...

Although it would be fine for him since he likes Green tea, but...

It really looks rather shabby.

Uji is one of Japan's three major tea-producing regions, and its tea is quite famous.

It doesn't just refer to local tea, but encompasses tea from several neighboring counties, which are ultimately processed here.

If you ask how obsessed they are with matcha here... Sakurakoji Talent recounted the dishes he saw.

"Uji Kintoki (matcha red bean shaved ice), matcha ice cream, matcha Daifuku, matcha Swiss roll, matcha chocolate, tea-flavored steamed Manju, ochazuke (rice soaked in ochazuke), Matcha Parfait, Matcha Soba -- I'll bring Rakuna over if I have time tomorrow, it seems like it can really increase my favorability."

Why? Because Matcha Parfait and soba noodles are both foods she likes to eat.

"And matcha dumplings, matcha curry rice—I can't even read about them! What kind of bizarre food combinations are these? They're utterly heretical!"

Besides the food, even the souvenirs here are tea-green, small trinkets with a light matcha fragrance.

After strolling around the morning market and getting a brief taste of the local customs, he finished his breakfast with Matcha Soba and tea Manju. He returned to his parking spot, turned on his navigation, and headed to his destination for the morning— Hill of the Sun.

Hill of the Sun, or Sun Park, are all alternative names; its original name is: Yamashiro Comprehensive Sports Park.

As you can guess from the name, it is built on a hill near Uji City, with parks and a track and field stadium, etc. If you don't drive there, you need to walk or cycle up a rather tiring hill.

The journey up the mountain alone is already a form of exercise for the average person.

The person who built the stadium here was a real genius.

However, building on a high hill where land is cheap has its advantages, such as the pleasant scenery, fresh air, and open space, making it ideal for holding special festivals and events.

Yes, his purpose in coming here today, crossing the Kanto and Kansai, is to watch the Sunrise Festival, a special event held here every year in early May, which is unique to Uji City.

According to information found online, the 24th annual Sunfes will be held today, May 4th, which is also Greenery Day, one of the four holidays during this year's Golden Week.

Snap! Bang! Thump!

As the morning sun fully rises, it completely evaporates the slight morning mist that could still be seen by those who arrived at the Sakurakoji Talent very early.

After 9 o'clock, cannons were fired in the arena to announce the start of the event.

Sitting cross-legged in the audience, wearing a mask to conceal his face, Sakurakoji Talent looked at the students from the Wind Ensemble Club of many high schools in Uji City below, who had already filled most of the playground, with a joyful expression in his eyes.

It's finally about to begin; if it doesn't start soon, he'll have to take a nap in this warm weather.

Ah, of course, the warmth was only for the stationary spectators like him. For the students below, whose march was about to begin, the weather, while not as intense as summer, was certainly not comfortable.

Spring is not over yet, but the temperature always arrives a step ahead of the season.

Spring is always so comfortable and fleeting, but is it inherently short, or is it just too pleasant, making people unconsciously forget about time? That is the question!

Below, on the playground, stands a group of people, all dressed in cute uniforms in blue, white, yellow, and red.

A middle-aged female teacher with neat short hair, dressed in a white shirt and belted trousers, tall and with a face typical of most schools—serious, strict, and discipline-oriented—was reprimanding her students.

Listen up! You people!

"It's finally time to go on stage!"

"If you dare to slack off, I won't let you off the hook!"

"Yes!"

X N.

Dozens of students echoed in unison.

"Just play your usual game and there won't be any problem!"

"Yes!"

X N.

"Show some spirit! Your voice is too soft!"

"Yes!!!"

X N.

"Very well, I've finished speaking."

The female teacher— Matsumoto Michie, whose talent rivals that of Sakurakoji Talent, Hands and concluded her pre-battle pep talk like a sergeant.

Just then, a young man dressed casually, wearing an overcoat and trousers, glasses, and with messy but somewhat handsome hair, jogged up to the front of the line, panting.

"I'm so sorry! I'm a little lost!"

He pressed his chest and looked at Matsumoto Michie, his senior among the teachers and also his assistant and deputy advisor, who was standing beside him.

Where is Teacher Matsumoto?

I'm done talking!

Matsumoto Michie's voice was always serious and unsmiling, even when facing her colleagues—or rather, when facing her colleagues in front of her students.

"Yeah,"

The advisor teacher at Kitauji High School, Taki Noboru, recovered and stood up to face the students. His expression was completely opposite to hers; he smiled gently as always.

"Well, I don't have anything else to say. I'm really looking forward to your performance."

After the two finished encouraging each other, whispers began to circulate below.

"Haha~ I feel like there's quite a difference between my current image and reality."

Kato Hazuki student in Class 3 of Grade 1, sighed as she commented on the two teachers.

"That's true..."

Her classmate, Kumiko Oumae, agreed in a low voice.

Following the advisor, at the very front, the current Club President of the Wind Ensemble Club, third-year Ogasawara Haruka, nicknamed "Rain Woman" (because she's a crybaby), began giving instructions. "Now, everyone, please tune your instruments!"

"Yes!"

X N.

Following other schools, noisy and chaotic instrument testing sounds also began to rise from the Kitauji High School team.

"Kumiko- chan,"

Kumiko Oumae, a classmate of Kawashima Midori Oumae and a passionate Wind Instrument Music, tugged at Kumiko Oumae's sleeve as she tested her Euphonium (also known as the Euphonium), "That's Luqiu!"

She was in charge of Double Bass, but due to its size and weight, it couldn't be brought Marching, so today she served as the flag bearer.

As for someone with such a petite figure learning a large instrument like the Double Bass... well, the contrast is what makes it so endearing!

If I can't join a band in the future and have fewer opportunities to participate in activities, switching to Bass like someone else might be a good option.

Kumiko Oumae turned her head in the direction of her gesture and saw a group of people wearing matching white shirts, red pants, red ties, and bow ties.

"Oh, really!"

She gasped softly.

"Is that school that wears sports shirts really strong?"

Kato Hazuki, one of the three members of Class 3, Grade 1, leaned over and asked a question.

The three of them belong to the Low Tone Section of the Wind Instrument Club. She is in charge of the Tuba, but since she only started playing this year, she is also unable to play. Today's task is to carry the cheerleaders' hand-held flower and perform Kitauji's "Mysterious Dance Steps".