Requirement

Thirty centimeters apart, two guns faced off against each other like mirror images.

"This interesting freshman has claimed victory."

Nagumo Miyabi declared that the final victory belonged to Seishiki.

Akane Tachibana stared at Seishiki in utter disbelief.

Seishiki wiped the sweat from his brow—it had been a close call, but he'd won after all.

"That can't be right?! The [Gun] was clearly Otonashi-kun's weak hand, used for deception!"

At that moment, Senior Horikita realized he had been tricked.

From the very beginning, Seishiki had possessed [two guns]. An easily overlooked detail of rock-paper-scissors was that both the left and right hands could be used.

Seishiki drank his tea and set the cup down on the table.

"From the start, Seishiki Otonashi's [Gun] gesture had different effects for the [left hand] and [right hand], didn't it?"

Midway through, Seishiki had picked up the teacup and switched to his left hand for the rock-paper-scissors match precisely to activate the true effect of the gun in his left hand.

Seishiki's special gesture [Gun] effect: beats rock, paper, scissors, but cannot defeat Senior Horikita's special gesture. Special effect: only when used with the left hand does the gun function.

The rough sketch Seishiki had drawn of the gesture also depicted the gun from a left-handed visual perspective.

According to Seishiki's special effect, the right hand could not use the gun, so the gun in his right hand was actually [Empty Hand Style]. Strictly speaking, this special effect wasn't a change in strength—it was pure logical deception...

Most people, unless they were left-handed, would habitually use their right hand for rock-paper-scissors. After observing Horikita's dominant hand, Seishiki began setting his trap. From the moment he first asked Akane Tachibana for a cup of tea, he had already been planning how to deceive Horikita.

If Horikita had been given one more round to think about the [left and right hand] trick, he might have seen through it. But unfortunately, Seishiki wasn't about to give him that chance.

"In the first two rounds, I deliberately burned through my wins to confirm that [Clock] was a weak gesture. Your [Late Move] ability is truly impressive. Once I confirmed [Clock]'s effect, it meant you, Senior Horikita, wouldn't dare use your own special gesture. In that case, the [Gun], which only loses to [Clock], was unbeatable."

"Then I deliberately exploited your dynamic vision, Senior Horikita, making you think you understood my habits. The stamina I spent playing [Clock] in the first round already told me it was most likely empty-handed. If so, you definitely wouldn't play it. So I let you observe my habits—when I played [Clock], you would inevitably play [Gun] to probe its effect."

From the moment Seishiki learned the effect of [Clock], it was Horikita—who seemed to have won three rounds—who was truly backed into a corner.

Seishiki explained his thought process.

"Truly brilliant. I admit defeat in this game. As such, I will fully accept the conditions you proposed."

"Mhm mhm, Senior Horikita is impressive too—I only won by a hair's breadth. So, as I mentioned before, the establishment of the board game club and fulfilling one of my wishes."

Seishiki nodded obediently.

"As long as it's not too excessive or unreasonable, I will accept it entirely."

"When the Student Council recruits, isn't there a guy named [Kohei Katsuragi]?"

"Yes, I remember him. A very balanced person—no flaws, but no real strengths either."

Seishiki's mouth twitched. Was it really okay to casually judge people and slap labels on them like that? Did they think they were some kind of corporate hiring board? It was just a measly Student Council.

"Recruit him into the Student Council—that's my request."

"That's it?"

Horikita paused, startled.

"What else would it be?"

Akane muttered weakly from the side.

"The Student Council President is willing to grant you one wish, and you come up with something like this... You really are an oddball."

Seishiki scratched his head in confusion, like a lost kitten.

"Even if you were the Student Council President, or even the Prime Minister of Japan, what does that have to do with me? Should I be cheering like I'm in some northern dynasty bowing to a general?"

Akane was speechless. This little guy had a sharp tongue. But his face was too cute to hate.

"Is this really your wish?"

"Yeah. That guy can at least handle your internal affairs and let you clock out early. As a tool, Little Fist Stone has that much talent."

At that moment, in another dorm room, Kohei Katsuragi sneezed while studying.

"Well, I'm off—so tired..."

Seishiki stood up and stretched. His gray sailor uniform faintly revealed a slender waist, his pale skin giving no hint that he was male.

Nagumo Miyabi's gaze burned intensely on Seishiki, who broke out in a cold sweat.

Ugh, not another gay guy...

Horikita stood up and handed Seishiki a form from the table—a Club Establishment Form.

"Fill in the club members. No fewer than three people. Bring it to me tomorrow, and I'll arrange a club room and an advisor for you."

"Okay~ Thanks."

Seishiki took the form with a bright smile, grabbed his shoulder bag, and left the Student Council room.

Horikita recalled the "wild" Seishiki from earlier and compared it to this obedient, cute version. Which one was the true face of [Seishiki Otonashi]?

If Suzune went up against him... she definitely wouldn't win.

He hoped Seishiki Otonashi would make Suzune experience failure, wake up, and find the path called [self].